The Walking Dead

I didn’t recap last week’s episode of The Walking Dead. In part because of the Thanksgiving holiday and a whole lotta people in my house. Mostly, though, because it felt so far removed from a TWD episode — even though they’re regularly all over the map now, literally and figuratively — that I didn’t have much to say about it. Those sandy walkers were ultra cool, but about all that “Superglib Tara in Murderous Lady Land” did for me was reveal that, at least in one village, Negan wiped out every soul who physically had a set of balls. Figuratively […]

Tonight was the answer to your prayers, Daryl-starved The Walking Dead fans. Well … sort of. Following an opening montage of Dwight watching Who’s The Boss reruns, playing ping-pong for shots, strong-arming others into the makings of the egg version of a Big Mac, and observing zombie-management training, we learned what became of Mr. Dixon after Negan and Co. chucked him the back of a truck and hauled him away in the season premiere. In a nutshell, our boy has entered the “how to become a Neganite in one-to-three horrendous steps” program and he’s super-stuck on the first level. That entails being stripped […]

The kingdom might have come. But Carol ain’t havin’ it. Nor the Renaissance Faire version of King Ezekiel. Nor the “don’t bullshit a bullshitter” — and oh so much more palatable — version. And definitely not the pomegranates. After last week’s exercise in bloodletting and nerve shredding, we get a relatively peaceful episode this go-round, Walking Dead fans. Unless you’re one of the pigs Ezekiel gifts the Saviors in exchange for another week of said peace. But that is another matter entirely and we’ll get to it soon. We open with a conked-out Carol being ferried in a horse-drawn wagon by […]

So now we know, Walking Dead fans. Lucille, indeed, struck twice. Two hits for Negan. And no balls for our formerly fearless leader, Rick Grimes. STOP READING HERE IF YOU HAVE YET TO WATCH AND STEERED CLEAR OF THE TWITTER-VERSE. The barbed-wire bat’s first fatal blows — wielded by Jeffrey Dead Morgan’s cool, calculating and deeply bemused Negan — took out Sgt. Abraham Ford (farewell, Michael Cudlitz), who offered his leather-clad killer this suggestion as his skull was bashed in: “Suck. My. Nuts.” Way to go out in style, Sarge. I salute you. Negan took Abe’s kiss-off pretty well — most probably because “Red” was already […]