The Walking Dead series premiere play-by-play
It’s 8:45 on Sunday, 10/31. 15 minutes from now, “The Walking Dead” will
debut on AMC. I’ve got a Fresca and bowl of candy corn at my side,
ready to blog play-by-play style once it starts (published warts and
all, for better or worse).
8:55-I just realized that I get AMC in HD. Hell. Yes. To best prepare
for the series, I’ve been rereading “The Walking Dead” comics from the
beginning. The concepts, stories, and characters Robert Kirkman created
are indelible. I’ve never thought much of the artwork, though.
There it is. Scary child with stuffed animal lunging towards Sheriff
Rick Grimes. And…blam. Welcome to the Walking Dead.
music/montage. Brief in and out. It’s no “True Blood” opener (best
opening ever), but I appreciate that it says what it has to, then gets
out of the way of the show.
looks like we’re flashing back to the pre-zombie age. Sheriffs are
bullshitting in a squad car, eating fast food. See? That’s what life’s
like when zombies aren’t coming to eat our flesh. Totally mundane.
comes the scene that was in the trailer, where the sheriffs create a
roadblock to catch a speeding criminal. I’m totally sick of this scene,
seeing as I watched the trailer overandoverandover again.
is heading towards the light, a flickering light that’s bouncing off a
devoured human corpse on the floor. He’s visibly becoming aware that
things are completely fucked.
cafeteria doors at the end of the hall are spray-painted “Don’t Open
Dead Inside.” Doors are banging, and cadaverous hands are poking their
sunlight. Grimes staggers down the stairwell to find the ground covered
in bodybags; bloodied, flies-circling-around-them, bodybags. The shot
pulls away and bodybags are all we see.
face-to-face with a zombie. This legless sumbitch is enough to inspire
Grimes to steal a kid’s bike and barefoot pedal the fuck out of there.
news for you, pal…your family’s not going to be where you left them.
The bodybags at the hospital and legless zombie should’ve driven that
is chained to a bed, “Misery”-style. The neighbor’s grilling him to
make certain that there’s no chance of suddenly entertaining an undead
Legacy commercial. I remember seeing the original one in theaters. It
was awful. It’ll take a lot to convince me that I should care about
this decades-later sequel.
me feeling kind of bored so far. Not sure if it’s because I chose to
write while it’s happening, or if it’s actually boring.
the cinematography intentionally grainy, or is it my cable connection?
If it’s the former, I hate it. If it’s the latter, fuck you, Comcast.
is getting schooled on the zombiepocalypse. The lesson: “The bites
kill you. The fever burns you out. After a while? You come back.”
mom brings neighbor boy to tears. One lesson’s obvious as she walks up
the front stairs: You can’t come home again.
doorknob is turning, but the zombies can’t get in. Not as
claustrophobic as “I Am Legend” (the book, not the movie), but intense
just went up to bat against a zombie. How about that World Series? I
got bored after the Giants scored two tonight, and shifted my energies
from commercials. Talk between Grimes and the neighbors of going to
Atlanta. I like Atlanta. The store at the Coke museum has a surprising
amount of worthwhile souvenirs.
zombie, by request. I love the gutteral noises they make.
And…blam. Another zombie takes a bullet to the head. I like how all
zombie storytellers agree that it’s the only way to stop a zombie.
Romero should get points on every zombie story ever created since 1969.
sets off on foot as the neighbors stay behind and think sad thoughts
for their zombie mom/spouse. This is the “humanizing” aspect of the
story that critics like. The part I like?
thought it was an hour-long premiere. It’s still going! I’m done.
Maybe watching without distraction will enhance my enjoyment.