Although many of us have given up on The Walking Dead, which in the US has shed an average of 5 million or so viewers in the last year (fear not — it still draws more than 7 million each week, keeping it cable's highest-rated drama by far), the
Fresh meat keeping flies off The Walking Dead
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The exit of Rick Grimes, played by Andrew Lincoln, has let The Walking Dead reset its narrative again. Photo / Supplied
Countless other friends have come and gone — eaten, murdered, beaten to a pulp. Along the way, Rick changed. The violence and loss took its toll, and his heroism flagged in the face of all that self-preservation.
Thanks to far too many violent encounters with the living, the leader of the pack discovered his own inner monster, as well as a potential to be a righteous tyrant.
Rick got lost in the post-zombie world's widening chasm of moral choice and viewers stopped worrying so much about zombies. The show was about humans treating each other terribly — with no end in sight.
It was that aspect of the show — no end in sight — that effectively keeps fans of the show tuned in, while slowly alienating the rest of us.
The Walking Dead is a show for the video game era — resetting and rearranging players without any hope of true conclusion.
The latest episode saw Rick fending off the zombies once more — pulling himself off the rod of rebar on which he was accidentally impaled last week, then hallucinating his way through some flashback-type settings and encounters that have defined the show since its 2010 debut.
He visited with dead characters (Bernthal's Shane; the late Scott Wilson's Hershel; Sonequa Martin-Green's Sasha), each urging Rick back to consciousness, where, in a final scene, he blew up a bridge that sent dozens of flaming zombies into a swift-moving river.
Despite AMC and actor Lincoln's insistence that this is the end of Rick, he was nevertheless found downstream, alive, by a character named Anne (don't ask me, I've moved on to 500 other TV shows), who summoned a helicopter (!) that scooped Rick up, tended to his wounds and flew off into the far horizon. If that's the last we ever see of Rick Grimes, I'll eat someone's arm.
Rick or no Rick, The Walking Dead thrives on its own intensity, shedding producers and showrunners wherever necessary.
The acting is still often quite convincing and emotionally sharp — a tone Lincoln helped define.
The pace cannot be argued with, particularly the keen way with which the show constructs its cliffhanger scenes.
There's a good reason so many people watch the show. It still delivers on a simple formula.
This was certainly true of the last episode, when the touted hook we showed up for (Rick's departure), had its thunder impressively stolen by a last-minute swerve that seemed to be an open-invitation for lapsed fans to start believing again.
In the episode's final scene, the show's timeline shifted forward six years, where a group of humans were rescued from a zombie attack by a pistol-packin' young lass named ... Judith Grimes.
It's the easiest kind of emotional symmetry, providing the show one more opportunity to press that reset button and lure the hordes of Walking Dead zomb — I mean, viewers toward the scent of another reset.