Watched the Walking Dead season 4 finale “live” last night (with commercials and everything), because quite frankly the suspense was killing me. The rumors circulating on line had me half convinced we were about to lose a main character and . . . hooray, we didn’t! In fact, we had most of our band of merry adventurers reunited. That’s obviously the upside, the downside of course being the whole ‘captured by what appears to be a cannibal cult’ thing.
Yeah, the cannibal thing seemed pretty obvious last episode, when Glenn and co. waltzed right into an eerily empty looking Terminus to be greeted by Tasha Yar, grilling steaks on the barbie. Also obvious – Rick’s demonstration of how a snare works at the beginning of this last episode. Foreshadowing, please pick up the house phone. The most mind-blowing-ist moment for me this episode was definitely when Rick bit Joe’s throat out. It was like Rick’s transformation individually, and humanity’s transformation as a species had crossed whatever line was left between us and the undead.
So yeah, on the whole, not a bad episode by my reckoning, but I woke up this morning with a feeling of distinct irritation. I mean c’mon! Captured by cannibal cultists? Seriously? And now I’m supposed to just wait six months for any kind of resolution? I’ll probably end up being in a bad mood most of the summer because of this. Thanks for that, Scott Gimple . . .