I think it might be time for me and The Walking Dead to start seeing other people. We’ve fallen into this stagnant, loveless coexistence. There’s no passion anymore. No excitement. I will re-evaluate the situation following the midseason break, but I don’t know how many more chances I can give this show.
“Coda” was intended to be a big shocker, as are all midseason finales. OMG – Beth died. It’s no secret that I was never Beth’s biggest fan, and since she was missing for the better part of a season, her demise seemed pretty imminent. A somewhat major character had to die, so there was really no other option.
While Beth’s murder came as no surprise, the fan reaction to it did manage to turn my stomach. Or maybe it was the microwave burger I had for dinner that night. Nevertheless, I am sickened by the various comments regarding Beth’s bravery. Talking Dead is particularly guilty of equating Beth’s decision to stab Dawn with bravery. Ricky Bobby stabbed himself in the leg with a scalpel. That doesn’t make him brave, it makes him stupid. Beth was stupid, too. She could have walked out of there with her life. Instead, she was carried out with a hole in her pretty little head.
I am so grateful for this break. I need time to reflect on what The Walking Dead has become. I don’t like it. The show has been steadily declining ever since Frank Darabont was forced out; I was giving it time to recover, but I can’t help but feeling that it will never be able to dig itself out of this ditch. I am seriously considering eliminating any further The Walking Dead posts from DaneTrain. It has been increasingly difficult to write about a show that I so clearly hate. No decisions have been made, but I wanted you all to know that this is a very real possibility. As always, thank you for reading.