
Last night’s season 3 premiere of The Walking Dead felt like a love letter and an apology to all the fans who managed to make it through the stultifying mess that was season 2. Practically every annoyance that I – and everyone else – harped on in season 2 was resolved. (You can find my old recaps on the Weekend Watchers blog here.) Instead of endless, pointless arguing, we got a incredibly tense opener with no dialogue whatsoever. Carl, whose had Tumblrs devoted to his inability to STAY PUT, not only did what he was told, but is now allowed to carry a gun and be useful. Lori is still the worst, but now everyone else agrees, basically, and there was 1000% less speechifying. And rather than going for weeks at a time with one or two measly zombies, we were treated to a satisfying, and ruthlessly efficient zombie murder spree, so much so that I have to retire my Walker Kill Count from an inability to keep track of all of them. And all this is kicking off the most iconic arc of the comic books. Can we say excited? Continue reading →