The Walking Thread

[Content Note: Spoilers are lurching around undeadly herein.]

image of Darly, looking vaguely stunned
^ The look on my face throughout this entire episode.

Did you think we were going to find out what happened to Glenn this week? HAHAHAHAHA OF COURSE NOT! There was no way we were going to find out what happened to Glenn last week, or the week before that, or this week! And we're probably not going to find out next week, either, because THIS FUCKING SHOW.

There has been a lot of discussion about WHO IS THE VOICE on the other end of radio at the end of the episode, weakly saying, "Help." Lots of people think it's Glenn, but the show says it's not Glenn! Some people are upset that it isn't Glenn, and some people are upset that it might be Glenn, because they are going to be SO MAD if Glenn isn't really dead and they've been jerked around this whole time. Whoooooops!

Basically everything you need to know about how shitty this show is can be summed up by the fact that its fans are going to be angry if one of the favorite characters hasn't died, just because they're so desperate for something interesting to happen and for the writers not to betray their loyalty and investment yet again.

Anyway! Long story short: We still don't know what happened to Glenn, three episodes after he was supposedly devoured by zombies.

This was another filler episode, which was obviously designed just to drag out that lousy cliffhanger even longer, because there was literally no other point. IT WAS SO FUCKING BORING AND NOTHING HAPPENED.

Sure, some stuff happened, but it was nothing that anyone could possibly really care about, because it's all stuff we've seen fully eleventy biebillion times before, because this show is repetitive as hell!

Sgt. Redbull and Sasha in a car, and Daryl on a motorbike, still leading the zombie march per Grimes' Hot Shit Zombie Relocation Plan, get shot at and separated.

Daryl runs into some extras from The O.C. and they clunk him over the head and take him hostage because they don't trust him, but then he ends up saving them, and they can't even believe good people like him still exist, but then they steal his crossbow and abandon him anyway.

Sgt. Redbull and Sasha end up in an office complex, and there is so much amazing and totally trenchant and definitely not retreaded from literally every previous episode exploration about whether they want to succumb to the zombiepocalypse or survive.

The only thing even worth mentioning from the whole damn episode is this exchange between Sgt. Redbull and Sasha:
Sgt. Redbull: I like the way you call bullshit, Sasha. I believe I'd like to get to know you a whole lot better.

Sasha: That one of your plays? What makes you think I want that?

Sgt. Redbull: A man can tell.
A man can tell what a woman wants. Better than she can, even! If you don't believe me, check page 87 in Rick Grimes' Big Leatherbound Book of Things Men Know.

Next week: More of this garbage.

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