I’ll admit right up front that I was never all that excited to begin with when it was announced that “The Walking Dead” was going to be developed into a television show. Oh sure, it was being produced and written by one of my all time favorite filmmakers, Frank Darabont, but it was still a show about Zombies… and quite frankly I’ve begun to get a little bored with movies about Zombies.
I mean come on… they’re all basically the exact same story told over and over and over again. Some kind of outbreak… don’t get bit… people turn into Zombies… destroy the brain… run for your life… hold up somewhere… yadda yadda yadda.
Still, there were a number of reasons why I was still going to give the show a shot:
1) I’ve had a lot of fun with some Zombie films in the past.
2) Although I’ve never read the graphic novel, I know some people who have and loved it.
3) Like I mentioned above, Frank Darabont is one of the main creative forces behind it.
I missed the first couple of episodes, so I got caught up using On Demand and watched 3 in a row one afternoon… and although I didn’t see anything to dislike about it, I was left feeling completely underwhelmed. It really was just everything I was (unfortunately) expecting. Guy wakes up in a hospital only to discover the world has been overrun by Zombies (haven’t we seen that already?).
I kept waiting for something to come along that would give “The Walking Dead” some sort of unique element to the standard Zombie story line… but it never materialized.
Still… it wasn’t awful… so I decided to hang in there with it and continue watching to see where it went.
In the entire first season (only 6 episodes) there was only 1 significant plot development… the cop found the group and his wife and son. Oh sure, lots of THINGS happened here and there, but in terms of significant events that marked a progression in the story, that was it.
Which leads us to the season finale and ultimately why I’m done with “The Walking Dead”.
Seasons for a television show are much like chapters in the overall story. One chapter ends, another begins. When our rag tag group of survivors finally make it to the CDC, I got some hope for the show because I thought it would mark a turning point in the story… that maybe we would FINALLY see a second significant plot development. It was the season finale… so certainly there must be some sort of closure and resolution to major themes in the first seasons while opening up the door for further ones going into season two right? RIGHT?
But instead of any resolutions, instead of giving us major developments in existing sub-plots, instead of introducing (in mythology terms) the “quest” for season two… we’re left with nothing.
The CDC blows up, leaving our characters no further ahead… no further behind… no more or less hope… no goals… no objectives… no new obstacles in their way… no conclusion to any of the side stories or significant developments to them (yeah I get it, the best friend still loves the cop’s wife, i get it, you can stop hitting me over the head with it).
Essentially what this means is that when season 2 will start with our survivors just being in the exact same predicament that they were in all of season 1… just in a different physical place.
I wasn’t excited for “The Walking Dead” and I certainly wasn’t all that impressed by the first few episodes, but I hung in there waiting for something… anything to happen. Something to show me it was different. Something to show me it could evolve into a real narrative. Something that showed me it would be worth going along for the ride. None of that materialized. And now with the sorrowful disappointment of the directionless ending to the first season, I’m officially dinging he bell and asking “The Walking Dead” bus to let me off at the next stop. I’m done.

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