Summer Series Snapshot: Fear the Walking Dead

FearTWDOnly two episodes have aired thus far, so it may not be fair to say I’m already bored. But this “companion series” (don’t call it a spin-off!) to AMC’s zombie juggernaut looks to potentially be rather underwhelming. Even the name feels lazy.

It could be subtitled “While Rick Grimes Slept.” Fear looks to illustrate society’s rapid unraveling from the onset of the virus—? flu? bacteria? We still don’t know!—with the pilot episode showing our new main characters what we already know: No matter how many times you shoot the infected (or hit them with a car), they will continue to come at you until they take a bullet/arrow/blade to the brain.

Speaking of those characters, I don’t like a single one of them yet. “Oh, how nice to see some fresh faces!” False. We’re introduced to new people on Dead all the time and it’s safe to say they are far less bland than this band of “blended” family members.

While it’s interesting (for now) to see the contrast of Georgia countryside versus bustling Los Angeles, one could expect that in a few months’ time, it might feasibly resemble the eerily abandoned Atlanta we remember from season one of Dead.

Come to think of it, I now have a new appreciation for season one of Dead. We were thrust right into the apocalypse, seeing this terrifying new world through Rick’s freshly opened eyes: What happened? Where is everyone? What is that? Oh my god, what IS that? What happened to her face? That lady only has half a body! WHAT IS GOING ON? Continue reading

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The Art of Binge-Watching

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As Entertainment Weekly stated in a recent issue, “We don’t just watch TV anymore—we consume it, often swallowing entire seasons whole like pop culture pythons.” Spot on, EW.

I love television, probably more than what’s considered healthy (but—no shame). I once told my sister that I love TV shows because they’re like movies that never end. On a rainy Saturday afternoon, for example, I love the fact that you can just throw in disc after disc and spend the whole day with your favorite characters. Of course, true TV lovers know that they aren’t just characters to us. They’re living, breathing, beautiful people out there in the world somewhere. That suspension of disbelief is what helps us connect to them. It’s why we cry when they get into car accidents (and plane crashes and mass shootings *cough* Grey’s!) and why we squeal with joy when a will-they-or-won’t-they couple finally kiss (I’m lookin’ at you, Nick and Jess). I have a friend who just doesn’t get my affection for it. As he constantly puts it, “It’s just TV.” And every time he says it, I hang up the phone and shake my head and think, what does that even mean?
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