//ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&OneJS=1&Operation=GetAdHtml&MarketPlace=US&source=ac&ref=qf_sp_asin_til&ad_type=product_link&tracking_id=dantra0c-20&marketplace=amazon®ion=US&placement=B00TT3IHUO&asins=B00TT3IHUO&linkId=42NPMXJZSKSXACVX&show_border=true&link_opens_in_new_window=trueI have not written about The Walking Dead since the midseason finale. It’s no secret that recent seasons have left me less than pleased, but on this eve of the Season 5 finale, I find myself with a few things to say.
I have likened TWD to a soap opera on more than one occasion, but “Try” really took this comparison to a whole new level. Actually, at times, this penultimate episode felt more akin to an after-school special. There is a focus on domestic abuse, and things are heating up between Carl and his little girlfriend. Perhaps the season finale will see Carl impregnate Enid, leading the group to partake in a serious discussion regarding the morality of abortion.
There are only so many routes that the plot can take in a zombie show, and The Walking Dead has exhausted each of them. Repeatedly. The group is on the road for a while. The group finds a sanctuary somewhere that seems safe. Said place is not actually safe. The group is on the road for a while. You get it. We’ve seen this pattern play out quite a few times before, and frankly, I don’t need to see it play out again. That being said, we all know that I am going to keep watching this increasingly predictable series to its end. I’ll just have to keep venting my frustrations here.
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