Rick now wears a jacket to cover the bedraggled shirt surely fused to his skin. Courtesy AMC.
We’ve rounded the last quarter-pole, and head toward the conclusion of the third season of The Walking Dead. By now, the refrains are familiar. Tons of people watch the show. Tons of people watch just to see zombies gutted. The gang is doomed to an existence of bouncing into new survivors, wondering if they’re good, then discovering they’re bad. What else could there be?
TV critics professional and amateur practically cry in anguish. As the third season wraps, it’s no longer super-easy to make fun of The Walking Dead. It’s just as easy, honestly, to lavish praise and metaphors and English thematic discussion atop the show. Mad Men is back in less than a month, anyway.
Regardless, departed showrunner Glen Mazzara, and an all-new batch of writers have done the show enormous favors. No matter what happens with the governor, they’ve unshackled the show just enough from its source material to please both ardent fans and weary everyman alike. They’ve moved slyly into developing characters – helping Rick, Carol, Carl, Michonne and even the Governor immensely. And they’ve positioned themselves for a final showdown, which is what The Walking Dead does best. No more does the show tell. It finally shows. Check back later, to see who’s up and who’s down (and who’s still here) after “Arrow on the Doorpost.”
By the way, doesn’t “Arrow on the Doorpost” sound like a terrible 70s song by, oh, say, Kansas? Either way, it’s on my 70s-80s mixtape right next to “Mirror in the Bathroom.”