Welcome to the second installment of The Walking Dead Chow Down. For the first installment click right here!
I spent Saturday with my redneck fireplace, oatmeal raisin cookies (with cinnamon chips) and the first season of AMC’s The Walking Dead. It’s amazing how we follow shows or read a book series, and while we remember what got us to the point we’re at, we forget a lot of the back story.
The first episode is a lesson in humanity. Sheriff Deputy Carl wakes up in a hospital with a gunshot wound and has no idea what is going on. He quickly learns that there’s no one around but hasn’t got an idea of why. He stumbles around town in his hospital gown until he gets knocked out by a kid.
So here’s the thing – there are living dead people. And we don’t know.. we don’t know if they are conscious of their pain or there feelings. In Season One/Episode One (S1/E1), there are a couple of walkers who have feeling in their eyes. In one shot, Carl finds a house with a father and son. Carl gets freshened up and gets the skinny on what is going down. A car alarm goes off outside the house and there, at the door, is the boy’s mother. The father sends the boy away; he knows what he has to do. He doesn’t like it. But he knows.
If you haven’t gotten caught up on Season One go here.
So S1E1 got myself and my boyfriend in a conversation. Could I kill someone who was suffering? Not just anyone though. Could I kill him (my BF) if he possessed sores and entrails hanging out as he tried to eat my flesh?
Um, yes. I mean, there are rare times when selfish is okay. When someone I love is moaning along with bits of flesh hanging off their face, the whole “I’ll feel awful” does not apply.
Season 2/Episode 1 (Actually Season One Part 2)
Well, the best part about the season premier was the show closed with a great song by Clutch called “The Regulator.” As a huge heavy metal fan, that just cinched it for me. Two new characters came to town Sunday night: Dave and Tony. These two clowns hail from Philly in the show. They absolutely gave off a “do not trust us” vibe which made me kind of sad being a Philly native. But it’s all cool.
Rick tried to tell them to go away nicely, but they weren’t having it. I mean, could you feel bad for them? I did for a moment, until the one guy started talking. After he opened his mouth with his slick talk, I could feel the “Philly talk” (bull poo) vibe and wanted him gone.
So there were two lines in the show Sunday night I want to discuss.
1. THERE IS NO HOPE. Is this ever true? And if there really ever is NO hope – what do you do? Do you keep living? And in doing that, does that imply that there is still hope? I mean, the guy was sitting at the bar feeling sad (understandable with no working plumbing and zombies around every corner) but just in sitting there talking about it, there is hope, right? I’d love to hear your thoughts on this.
2. DEATH IS DEATH. Hmm.. this is deep, eh? It reminded me of DeNiro’s line in The Deer Hunter when he holds the bullet up and says, “this is this.” That’s all it is. It’s not fancy. There is no deeper meaning. It is what it is and it ain’t nothing else. There is no magic. It is just death. So if death IS death – what exactly is it?
Thanks for joining me for The Walking Dead Chow Down… see you next week for more Zombie Stuff to pick apart (eewwwww). P.S. If you like fun, creepy off the wall stuff – check out my friend Catie Rhodes’ blog *Full-Tilt Backwoods Boogie*. I guarantee you’ll love it!