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The Walking Dead Needs a New Path

The Walking Dead Needs a New Path

The Walking Dead Needs to Find a New Path


As season five of The Walking Dead winds down, there’s plenty to love, mostly cardigan wearing Carol being the biggest badass of them all baking tuna casserole. But it is starting to repeat its central conflicts and not moving on from them. Somewhere, somehow, wouldn’t there be some mention of Shane and Lori as Rick pursues Jesse, perhaps seeing it as his right after what happened with their affair. Alexandria feels too much like Herschel’s farm with less charm and more willful ignorance. Was Rick, flailing away having a meltdown in Alexandria, so different from Shane opening up Hershel’s barn of horror and shooting away? I know Shane was supposed to be the villain in the first two seasons, and part of what made the show compelling was moral complexity, Shane often did sound like the voice of reason in a sea of denial. Those are corpses walking, you know. If Rick wasn’t actually weak in the first two seasons, in many ways he was a victim in a domestic situation. He found his family only to find out he didn’t really have a family anymore. Unlike the comic book, television Lori prodded the eventual, inevitable showdown and became unnerving in her lack of sense of consequence, even for her children.

It took a while for Rick to rise from his own ashes. As a leader, and with a truly gifted actor playing him, greater self-reflection would wear well on Rick Grimes. I didn’t buy him waving that gun around at the clueless Alexandrians. He’s smarter than that. He can keep a secret and hold things in, to a fault. Is he horny for Jesse, sure. But in a post-apocalyptic world, I’m not blaming him for getting hooked on feeling something that doesn’t involve dread, and she plays her own part in it all. Are Deanna and the Alexandrians so weak as to think letting domestic abuse occur around children doesn’t have social consequences? The idea of not really understanding how things are post apocalypse is getting a little old. It’s not just the journey we’ve been on with the show’s main group: corpses reanimate and eat people. This is a big deal. Seeing it once really ought to get the point across. If the Alexandrians know enough to stay within the walls and develop the disturbing code of leaving people when threatened, being la-tee-da inside the walls is kind of really stupid. And doesn’t someone suggest just maybe, maybe, Shane ended up being rather restrained in the new world. The best, and truly only person to say this, of course, is Rick. Perhaps to the horror of others, perhaps to a level of relief for him.

While the old rules don’t apply (how could they, what exactly is the legal status of the undead) the probability of human extinction seems not in anyone’s vocabulary. Dr. Jenner mentioned it in season one and nary a word since. The show does focus on personal loss, which makes it compelling in the horror genre, but the loss of thousands of years of civilization and learning is a rather huge issue as well. Perhaps life could be easier for the children of the apocalypse if someone say, left a few text books around for them to read up on electricity and medicine rather than say, relying a jerk like Pete?

There seems to be a mistrust of anything and anyone intellectual on the show. I dug Milton and was sorry to see him go. Eugene always seemed a little phony, no one is as smart as he thinks he is, but even trying to write anything down seems to be death sentence on the show. Noah was actually trying to use his brain to survive. Rick showed himself to actually be a worthy leader when fighting to the death for a physically safe place regarding the prison. Basic human needs for health and safety have to be addressed and no one is amoral for suggesting so.

I don’t know what next week brings. There are interviews saying it will piss people off. Always an ‘A’ for keeping it compelling, but the “now and then” fight isn’t compelling anymore. Human beings, life for that matter, are adaptive, and not repetitive. Reinvention gives meaning to the life and death cycle, or as in The Walking Dead, the life, death, death cycle. The virus kills its host, twice over. Even without getting overly technical or scientific, this isn’t a world that can maintain. Enid says, “It’s their world now,” referring to the Walkers, but the undead have the slight issue of bacteria to deal with. The dead might walk, but they still rot. If the dinosaurs hung around as birds and humans came along, there’s another world after the apocalyptic one. There really is no reason for people to survive without that hope. Not a return to the past, or second season, but conflict based on what that next will be.






The Walking Dead

The Walking Dead
The Walking Dead

The Walking Dead: Can Rick Grimes Really Change?

This last season, the forth, of The Walking Dead beat me up. I feel like I barely got out alive and had to cauterize a few bite marks. I had been mesmerized since the beginning of the series, but found mid-forth-season; I didn’t like visiting this world anymore. I was sincerely depressed after watching the main character of Rick Grimes played gently by Andrew Lincoln, have everything ripped away from him – again, and again, and a little more – and in something of a Grimes family tradition, be left for dead unattended in a coma, this time by his son. Sometimes the character of Rick frustrated the hell out of me, his militant altruism, while cringe inducing at times, did not inspire a desire to watch him be slowly, bit by bit, piece by piece tortured to death psychologically and physically over a period of four years. Like Carl, I kind of wanted him to die on the couch, not because I didn’t or don’t like Rick Grimes or am working through adolescent angst like Carl, the episode really belonged to Chandler Riggs as Carl, but I didn’t want to see the character of Rick suffer anymore.

The kind air that Andrew Lincoln brings to the part challenges more traditional notions of a male hero (and isn’t appreciated by some) and allows for far more complex interactions and an identifiable human being instead of a Rambo of the zombie apocalypse. But it also makes the devastation the character experiences that much more painful to watch. Even at the end of the particular episode that left me looking for Wellbutrin on a Sunday night, where Carl regains some of his own humanity at the end and embraces his father, and Machete Michonne shows up and helps Rick with Carl, it wasn’t enough as an audience member. I still didn’t want to identify with the main character of the show. A visit to the county morgue might be more cheerful.

Somewhere even in the zombie apocalypse, there has to be some worth to Rick waking up from a coma in the first episode. His best friend, Shane, played by Jon Berenthal, was more than ready to run off with his wife, Lori, and be a father to his son, Carl. Rick’s wife, acted by Sarah Wayne-Callas, was more than amenable to Shane’s plans.

All the various group incarnations seem to need Rick existentially, mostly because he represents human decency and continues to think, then they get angry with him for being decent and taking thoughtful approaches that don’t always work. He never wins, not just at a physical level, always loosing the safe haven he wants more than anything for the people around him, he doesn’t win interpersonally either. Carl can be understood as a teenager, if it still painful to watch him turn on his father, but at a certain point, it’s just this guy dying in inches.

The following episode sans Rick with Carol and Tyrese, showed once again that The Walking Dead isn’t just a good show, but important television, worthy of study. Then in the season finale, Rick does rip out a man’s jugular with his teeth, with a weird mix of revulsion and relief, and it seems he’s finally leaving behind his notion of the messianic: but I’ve been fooled by him before.

I thought Rick got to the pragmatic state he needed to find when he shot zombie Sophia in the second season, accepting his failure to save her. Then he killed Shane, his best friend, after wife Lori created a situation that was impossible to resolve otherwise. Rick did actually get angry with Lori after Shane’s death, which showed some growth in how he related to people. Rick hadn’t reacted to being left for dead by Lori and Shane, using the zombie apocalypse as an excuse to run off together as a couple – with his son – no other friends or relatives with them oddly, and having sex within weeks of his purported demise, and oh by the way, she got pregnant. But after Lori’s death in childbirth, Rick nearly looses his mind in grief and slipped not only back into altruistic, sweet, and oh-so-vulnerable and caring mode, but into someone even more passive. Obviously he loved being a police officer and the guns and the idea of keeping order before the dead rose in droves in Georgia, I swear there’s a song in there, but he even looses that energy and enthusiams, something that sparks life in him, to a placid tilling of the land, just with reanimated corpses on the other side of the fence occasionally serving as mulch.

This season left off where Rick does seem ready to move on romantically. There was a hint that Michonne liked him, but since her character is so important to Carl, Rick probably wouldn’t impede or complicate that and he is always first: dad. Dad sleeping with his son’s best friend is weird. Without being a dad, the television Rick Grimes doesn’t seem plausible continuing to live. Rick has of yet to move his wedding band to his right hand. He can keep it for Carl and the baby’s sake, but in his head he still seems married to Lori. The feeling that the first two seasons played out like an adaptation of Wuthering Heights is only compounded by the fact Andrew Lincoln was cast as Edgar Linton in an adaptation of Wuthering Heights. Even Lori/Cathy haunts the moors, uh, bayou. But unlike Wuthering Heights, Heathcliff is dead. Emily Bronte killed Edgar Linton off fairly young, not Heathcliff. If not always sympathetic in the film adaptations, in the book Edgar Linton is something of an ideal, “eyes like an angel or a dove,” contrasted by the dark brooding passion of Heathcliff, and to repeat something oft said in The Walking Dead, not made for this world.

I think Andrew Lincoln is a brilliant actor. Giving an interview, I wondered why he was using a fake English accent since he has a perfect Georgia accent. I’m still not quite convinced he’s from Great Britain. He brings subtlety and nuance to what is usually a sledgehammer kind of role and part of the appeal of The Walking Dead as a television show. But if Emily Bronte killed Edgar Linton off, who are we to question the wisdom of a Bronte sister? Rick doesn’t have to die, but he can’t keep dying. At least part of Edgar Linton needs to go haunt the moors, uh, bayou with Lori and Shane, er, Heathcliff, just think of a Flannery O’Connor version of Emily Bronte’s novel.

In a way, I’m kind of hoping something happens with Carol and Rick. I know it seems weird and out of the box, but moving towards something other than a simple plot device. Daryl’s flirted with Beth, now he and Carol remain just good friends. Tyrese and Carol are deeply and profoundly connected, in a heartbreaking way, which truly disallows for a romantic relationship. Rick and Carol have a long, complex, even dark history together, but never a close one. Rick did banish her from the prison saying he didn’t want her around his children, but her willingness to go to dark places may very well be what saved his daughter. He didn’t save Carol’s daughter, Sophia, when she was in his care. A relationship would bring round a long evolvement for each character and a change in the dynamic of the group. Rick has always been the father figure, but the group has never had a functional maternal figure, Rick in some ways trying to be both. Carol being the closest thing to a den mother, but distant and offset, sometimes literally, and becoming very dark, seemingly in response to Rick’s unending lightness of being no matter who screws him over. The fact that Rick and Carol are original characters and had moments of genuinely not liking each other needs some resolution. It’s easy to suspect that Carol had/has never really forgiven Rick for Sophia’s death and now that she has had the benefit of forgiveness from Tyrese, she may need to confront that in herself. And if Rick gets all gooey-sweet, saintly again, Carol can just tell him to look at the pretty flowers.






All Things Media

All Things Media


For the first time in history, we are not merely subjected to culture and must endure monumental resistance to change.  We can now interact with and create personal culture.

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Of course, that can be a bitch.

My weekly musings on the electronic culture we’ve been living in for the past hundred years but haven’t seen fit to call it its own thing yet.  -Radio, Telegraph, Telephone, Photography (albeit chemical for too long), Audio Recording, Cinema (see photography), Television, Fax (remember when that was cool), Internet, Cell Phone, Smart Phone- We talk about CyberSpace, thanks to William Gibson, but an alternate reality to the immediate family and community beyond the written word, has been taking hold, shape, and probably re-mapping our brains for some time.  Oz is better known than most lands, and the Emerald City has an excellent chamber of commerce.  They just have to do something about the infrastructure.

More people wanted a Death Star built by the United States Federal government than care about legislative reform to keep Congress from well, being Congress.  This can be used for good or ill.  Hitler had great propaganda skills.  Fortunately, Hollywood was even better.  Fighting it is like Henry Ford trying to re-create a world that didn’t have mass produced cars and Walt Disney making theme parks celebrating ways of life that didn’t have movies or television.  It’s burning books so we don’t get too many ideas in our heads.  We can pretend the world isn’t different and suffer the consequences: Hitler, Osama Bin Laden, Jim Jones.  All master manipulators of symbolics and culture.  People didn’t follow them out of fear, at least not initially, but for the idea of being part of “something else.”  How many a young people, myself included, sought refuge in some made up world from uncaring parents and less than hopeful circumstances?  Books, art, poetry, have long traditions in this and can guide us as we change.  But we have to accept we are changing.  I don’t quite know what to call it, something like the Mediasphere.  It’s where you are right now, and most people who can get to an outlet or at least a rechargeable battery are living.  The President of the United States, Bill Gates, and some folks in a remote village in Afghanistan may all be watching the same program.  They’re all certainly connected to the Internet.  The lure in part, there isn’t much of a caste system.  The fear in part, there are no boundaries.  I’m old enough to know that’s something to fear, so we should talk about it.

All Things Media, Great and Small

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