I found myself dreading watching The Walking Dead last night. Spoilers, spoilers, spoilers.
It was worse than I thought.
I'd figured it would be Glenn for a simple reason: his death leads to the most storylines. His widow, his kid, his legacy.
Didn't see Abraham departing. (Did the actor ask for a raise?)
So now I'm torn about this show. It was a pretty miserable experience, and there were a couple of genuinely shocking moments.
I actually value that--how often does that really happen to someone like me who watched lots of grimdark material? At the same time, it really seemed to cross over into Torture Porn. Especially the way it was draw.....nnnnn out.
It's interesting, in juxtaposition to watching Westworld, which asks how complicit we are in this kind of entertainment. Generally, I always say, Hey it's only fiction. (Also somehow tied into the dread I've been feeling about the election, heh.)
The effectiveness of this hour was that it seemed realistic to me. The character interactions, the message Negan was sending. I didn't think he was a cartoon villain, he seemed realistically chilling to me.
And again, I value that. Someone taking the premise all the way to its logical conclusion.
But did I enjoy it? Do I want more of it? Do I really want to watch a season of Rick knuckling under until he can't take it anymore?
I'm pretty torn. I'll see how I feel next week. I've never yet quit a show and regretted it. It always seems like a good idea in hindsight.
(I'm stopping the Talking Dead, for sure. I always feel somehow like I've eaten a bag of donuts after I watch that show--tasty but meaningless.)
Not judging anyone else's appetite for this. I've never been the one to say "Too Much."
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