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MY TRUNCATED WHAT CULTURE REVIEW WITH SPOILERS.
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I was saying since the middle of Season three. The only logical point for the character of Andrea is to either die trying to kill the Governor or ruling over Woodbury. If Andrea rules Woodbury, Rick and his group would have to move in. Refusal would be moronic, so the sacrifice of Andrea to stop the Governor was only a necessary dramatic point for the writers. The Governor has pulled a basic Darth Vader in "Welcome to the Tombs." He emerges to fight his foes, he is beaten, he's shooed away, and he will definitely be back very soon to wreak unholy vengeance.
The Season has been a real trade off. While the writers seem to be wise enough to turn Tyreese in to a major character once again, allowing more minority characters on the show (gasp!), one of my favorite characters Andrea has gone the way of the dead.
That said "Welcome to the Tombs" is a rip roaring finale. As Michonne said in "This Sorrowful Life," You don't have to beat Woodbury, just make it so difficult for them to get in that they never want to come back again. And Rick and his group listened to Michonne staging a wonderful diversion tactic that saw many dead, and a lot of wounded egos. The Governor's reaction to this defeat is definitely the impetus of impotence for the character. He's not only realized that he has no army, but that he basically stands alone. The massacre scene is well handled not because it dodges the brutality, but the look on his two best enforcers as he murders the group of soldiers is not just horrifying, but a clear indicator that the Governor will turn on anyone at any moment if he's not being followed in to hell. They drank the Kool Aid and the Governor cashed in on their loyalty just like Jim Jones.
Much like the season premiere, the episode opens on an eye, an eye that's just as dead and blood thirsty as the walker Carl shoots down in the opening scenes. The Governor is every bit of a monster as he's known himself to be. And he has to be dealt with. Sadly, the Governor left one survivor in his slaughter, and now he's going to have a heck of a time convincing people that Rick and his group are villains. What the writers have in store for the Governor, one only knows. Originally the writers promised a two season stint for the Governor, and it seems as if they're holding true to their promise. This is a significant end to a wonderful season, and the show runners feel more secure now that the show is coming back. The show has been cleared for a season four and five, so the ending of the finale is hopeful, promising, and will likely develop a larger scheme for this arc.
I want to see more of the prison, I want to see this community established, I want to see what it's like to live in a prison during a zombie apocalypse. I want to see Tyreese be Tyreese from the comics. And I want more supporting characters to provide some excellent storylines. Season three was filled with urgency, immediacy and carnage. I hope season four can offer a look at Rick trying to re-build as the snake in the grass with the eye patch waits for his time to strike again.
The Countdown to Season Four begins.
My somewhat abridged review of "Home" from What Culture:
Two problems that held down “Home” from being one of the best episodes of the season so far.
Number one: Andrea is once again a know nothing moron who can’t keep up with anything around her. There are about ten people in Woodbury, and once again she has no idea what’s going around her.
Number two: Robert Kirkman confirmed on “Talking Dead” that Tyreese and his group have pretty much flown the coup. Seriously? That’s it? Another of one of the best characters from the comic has been pissed away? Kirkman has hinted we may see them again, but that’s a big maybe. It’s a huge maybe at this point.
So Rick loses his mind for a moment and Tyreese decides it’s best for the group to leave a sanctuary after all? It was that easy?
Granted, I am enjoying Daryl’s journey, but how about visiting other characters from the comics and fleshing them out more? For once can someone we love from the comic rise to the level of face time and importance that Daryl Dixon has?
I mean what was Rick even doing outside the prison? Where were the walkers that surrounded the perimeters before? What is Lori’s presence even symbolizing? In any case, this episode may have finally rattled Rick enough to get his act together and finally take control of the prison and the group again.
Thankfully though the episode seemed to be intent on exploring the dynamic between Daryl and Merle that hasn’t been seen at all, the chemistry between Michael Rooker and Norman Reedus is fantastic. I not only buy them as brothers, but you can sense a lot of unresolved issues and anger between the pair of them. Especially Daryl.
The sequence on the bridge is also a highlight because you, once again, get the sense of where the characters are. Merle hasn’t grown a bit, even after learning to live in Woodbury alongside a diverse group of people, while Daryl has grown to appreciate every form of life, no matter what kind of color skin.
The climactic gun fight not only shows that the Governor clearly wants to make a point and is a vindictive monster, but that the group clearly is not prepared for an attack at all. Had the governor been assisted by a tank, and four more squads of shooters, the prison group would have either been massacred or would have clearly been forced to give up and relinquish all control to the man.
While it was very entertaining and incredibly filmed, it felt oddly injected in an episode teeming with flaws and character stumbling blocks. It’s really time for the writers to bring the group over the hump and turn them in to the bad ass marauders we saw them as during the “Hunters” storyline in the comics.
You know what I’m talking about. Get to it, AMC.
"Oh, I get, and I am offended. Not because I've got a problem with bitter, predictable, whiny, millionaire disk jockeys complaining about celebrities or how tough their life is, while I live in an apartment with paper-thin walls next to a couple of Neanderthals who, instead of a baby, decided to give birth to some kind of nocturnal civil defense air-raid siren that goes off every fuckin' night like it's Pearl Harbor. I'm not offended that they act like it's my responsibility to protect their rights to pick on the weak like pack animals, or that we're supposed to support their freedom of speech when they don't give a fuck about yours or mine."
"So, you're against free speech now? That's in the Bill of Rights, man."
"I would defend their freedom of speech if I thought it was in jeopardy. I would defend their freedom of speech to tell uninspired, bigoted, blowjob, gay-bashing, racist and rape jokes all under the guise of being edgy, but that's not the edge. That's what sells. They couldn't possibly pander any harder or be more commercially mainstream, because this is the "Oh no, you didn't say that!" generation, where a shocking comment has more weight than the truth. No one has any shame anymore, and we're supposed to celebrate it. I saw a woman throw a used tampon at another woman last night on network television, a network that bills itself as "Today's Woman's Channel". Kids beat each other blind and post it on Youtube. I mean, do you remember when eating rats and maggots on Survivor was shocking? It all seems so quaint now. I'm sure the girls from "2 Girls 1 Cup" are gonna have their own dating show on VH-1 any day now. I mean, why have a civilization anymore if we no longer are interested in being civilized?"
We are drive-in mutants.
We are not like other people.
We are sick.
We believe in blood,
And in beasts.
We believe in Kung Fu City.
If life had a vomit meter,
We'd be off the scale.
As long as one single drive-in
Remains on the planet Earth,
We will party like jungle animals,
We will boogie till we puke.
Heads will roll.
The drive-in will never die.