The Cure: Your Weekly Fix of “The Walking Dead”
503 “Four Walls and a Roof”
Just to address the elephant in the room, Bob had to go considering the growing number of black men on the Walking Dead has hit critical mass. It’s possible that one more black male regular would be more frightening than throngs of zombies. Boom! even more social commentary on race relations all up in your Walking Dead recap. Toma!
The delivery of the infamous “TAINTED MEAT!” line was fantastic. As a comic reader I wasn’t sure they would include it. What’d I say about Bob’s optimism?! That man went from sobbing mournfully to laughing maniacally and revelling in the Hunters’ ruined meal. “Good Apocalypse, Bad Apocalypse” indeed, Bob!
Gareth was the kind of villain I hate to see and hear monologuing. Who does it well? Guys in old Hammer films, Hannibal Lecter, the Joker. Those guys are interesting because they’re insane and unique. Gareth was just an asshole. So, no, I wasn’t interested in his regurgitation of Animal Planet facts on bears or his pontificating on the flavor differences between fat people and pretty people. By the way, fat people are more tasty (I’m confident in myself).
You’d think it was Glen’s promise to go along with Abraham that stopped the fight between him and Rick, but you’d be wrong. It was Mr. Grimes’ Crazy Eyes. Rick has better crazy eyes than Bette Davis, Klaus Kinski and Gary Busey combined. I’m squarely on #TeamPsychoRick, but I’m a bit wistful Rick didn’t have Merle or Daryl give him a jailhouse tattoo that reads “Officer Friendly” to complete the ironic vibe.
How quick was that turnaround on Sasha’s Gabriel hate? She was ready to cut him open like a vacuum sealed bag and then grateful for a musty church couch all within 20 minutes. I get a change of heart, but I would have enjoyed her helping Bob up and then pointing at Gabriel like “this ain’t over, padre. When I see you at Hell in a Cell PPV in two weeks…”
Father Gabriel got drunk on communion wine and was too drunk and sleepy (it was really early, after all) to get up and let his congregation in. Sounds flimsy, right? I’ve never been so inebriated that a nearby city being bombed and desperate people forcing their way into my empty sanctuary wouldn’t at least bring me to the door. But then again, I’m no inept drug police or crazed former corrections officer.
With the rarity of showers, soap and clean linens, I gotta think any child born after the apocalypse is in for some serious diaper rash. I say that to say this–Judith may only cry to build tension in this show, but that’s a welcome alternative to the realistic bawling that would occur if the producers wanted to keep it one hunnid.
Rick’s a good man. Sure, he’s killed some guys. He’s had to wrestle with handing Michonne over to the Governor. But as Gareth can attest, if Rick makes you a promise, you better believe he’s gonna deliver. A red machete. Into your body. Repeatedly. Possibly in a church.
Anyone with any idea why Glen and Maggie played the shocked and appalled expressions at the Hunter massacre? Made sense for Gabriel and Tyreese (I guess…) but it seems their recent reunion has made them softer than drug-store cotton. I think Rick’s group got the better end of the shortbus exodus. Though, something tells me Tara is gonna skip out on her turn driving because her ankles are made of terracotta.
Bob’s departure was a bitter-sweet one (not a barbecue sauce pun). Well-acted and well framed, I thought. It’s been a while since one of the survivor’s deaths hit me at all (Herschel’s being the last) and Bob went out like a man. Kissin’ babies, macking his lady, giving well-wishes. A lot of characters would be lucky to expire so peacefully. RIP Bob Stookey.
Alright, Tyreese, you just put a knife into the head of a good friend. No more excuses for why you can’t murder a guy in a cabin threatening to kill and eat an infant in front of you. No more excuses for why you can’t eliminate the undead corpses surrounding you on the daily. Oh, but you’re still a bad shot? Someone give Tyreese a hammer and a shotgun and let’s be done with it.
Who’s behind Daryl amongst the trees? My money is on Morgan or someone from a different camp. Either way, Michonne gets idiot survivor of the week for her sojourn into the pitch-black woods. Sasha almost got this honor, but she at least had a night vision scope so she wasn’t walking blindly.
Before I forget, Gabriel skated back into the church super quick when Michonne got up to check the treeline. How much you wanna bet he locked the doors behind him and went to sleep?
“Just look at her and tell me the world ain’t gonna change.” Amen.
The Buddha has spoken.