Please, feel free to write off my old coot'ness as such. I really Thought your post was spot on. Think of my comment as the old man shaking his fist in the air as you and your friends drive by doing nothing out of the ordinary.
Please, feel free to write off my old coot'ness as such. I really Thought your post was spot on. Think of my comment as the old man shaking his fist in the air as you and your friends drive by doing nothing out of the ordinary.
Goddamnit, I loved your post right up until you couched your frame of reference as '92. You are probably an perfectly astute consumer of pop culture, and you clearly write well, but I just can't get past how much Fred Savage's stupid, ugly little brother probably lords over your cultural references.
This review:
"This show generates its gravitas by killing main characters."
If what you say is true, the Shaolin and the Wu-Tang could be dangerous to those who have compromised immune systems or suffer from osteoporosis.
The first thing I thought was "I hope that nail is somehow covered in a highly toxic poison and he dies within seconds and we won't have to waste another second of screen time on this worthless character."
Chris Brody is quietly eating a sandwich in the background of every single shot that had Haqqani in it.
I thought they were hot Takis and Cheetos.
From a technical standpoint, I was really weirded out by the editing in the sequence of them getting overrun and hopping back in the van. There were at least several scenes where they just cut to generic zombie shambling while Carol was cutting her losses and getting back in the van. I didn't even know she was in…
Fine, just so long as it keeps the JWs away.
Dammit, Daryl, you magnificent bastard.
Dammit. I was positive Carrie wasn't disrespecting Saul's wishes and was going to let all the red triangles swarm all over him and then take em all out with one drone strike. Promise fulfilled with extra gravy on top.
So, you're the terrorist with the virus?
Re: 3-4 cars.
Wikipedia? Ain't nobody got time for that! This is all the highfalutin' research I needed:
Stacks of 'em!
Wow. What a brain trust. You're in great hands, A&E.
Andy, the people in the picture box are pretend.
You went online to look up stuff for your Playmobile castle?
"But other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how was the play date?"
Boy, have these writers struck the win-win jackpot. They can write the thinnest, most predictable characters ever and have the luxury of passing it off as how the main characters remember them.