AMC's coulda-been-great zombie apocalypse series The Walking Dead returned to the airwaves last night to resume the show's second season after a shocking midseason finale (a concept we really should do away with altogether) back in December. It was a mean two months to make us wait, but, as time has a way of doing, somehow the weeks sped by and there we suddenly were last night, watching a bunch of ghouls lurch around and moan terrifyingly. But then after the Grammys we watched The Walking Dead.
And, oof, maybe it's just us, but we're starting to wonder if this show is ever going to pick up the pace. We get that it's "about the characters" and not the zombies, and we understand that not every episode can be a zombie-packed thrill ride, but honestly if there is even one more scene of hero Rick grappling with his hero-ness we might put a bullet in the TV's brain to put it out of its misery. There's slow burn and then there's this, the television pacing that is so repetitive and lacking in momentum that we're starting to think it's just a stall tactic used until the writers can figure out where they want the show to go. Will they leave Hershel's farm? Will Shane eventually go bad? Will Rick ever just throw the mother of all hissy fits and shriek "But I don't wanna be the leader!" and stomp off into the woods, never to be seen again? We're kinda hoping that will all happen, the latter most of all.