The Walking Dead’s biggest lunatics take center stage. And there are balloons!
We can all agree that there are certain aspects of AMC’s The Walking Dead that seem a little, shall we say, far-fetched. The most improbable of these scenarios will be reviewed here each week.
“Too Long, Didn’t Watch” Episode Recap
Rick is hoping to turn Alexandria from a Deannocracy into a Ricktatorship, and his first step is to ask Deanna if it’s cool if he murders Abuser Pete. She’s like “um, no.” Time for Plan B, Rick! Which involves kicking Pete’s ass and sassing the entire town until Michonne knocks him out. Earlier, Michonne and Rosita play “Where’s Sasha,” although they may want to be asking where she is mentally, the answer being: nowhere good. Daryl and Aaron find a horrific scene of dead bodies with “W” on the foreheads, which matches the “W” walkers that start flooding the area. Also: Carl tries to hook up with that chick. Next week’s finale oughta be good!
Seeing Michonne talking to Rosita in the woods makes me wonder why we don’t see the women on this show in scenes together more often. And it passes the Bechdel test! Although they briefly mention Noah’s death, I think it still counts.
Pete is stumbling around town wasted instead of taking care of Tara, and nobody has a problem with this? People just keep making excuses for this schmuck.
Sam’s balloon is full of helium. They seriously have helium tanks in the zombie apocalypse?
The shots of Aiden’s family listening to his horrible music and looking depressed are hilarious. Unfortunately, the music continuing during the montage of what others are doing was painful to listen to.
Michonne and Rosita find Sasha and a small herd of zombies, and immediately form the Walking Dead Women of Color Charlie’s Angels to kill the lot of them. The only thing that would make this scene more epic is if Michonne had brought her sword.
Nicholas (the guy I called What’s His Face last week) is a terrible liar. Hopefully Deanna’s poker skills will help her figure that out.
No way Carl isn’t sporting wood in that tree (pun intended), all pressed up against the only age-appropriate girl he’s encountered in years. Also, that is not a romantic situation.
Deanna callously ignores Carol’s generous “sorry your son died” casserole delivery. Maybe I’m just too Midwestern, but there’s no way I’m not eating a free casserole. That is just insane.