Dear Josh,
If I'd heard
the term "polar vortex" six months ago, I would have thought it was a
totally cool phrase. Something you could name a band. Now, at the end of
February 2014, I HATE IT. The first snowstorm happened on November 23, 2013… I
remember the exact date because I was driving back from Toronto after Doctor
Who's 50th Anniversary episode. The next day, after three hours of digging out
our driveway and newly fallen snow that was as high as my thighs, I figured the
snow would melt soon and everything would go back to normal.. It didn't. Five
months later IT IS STILL HERE, with more and more snow on top of it. We've been
toppling cold records daily since January, and today I awoke to the news that
this morning's temperature of –24 degrees Celsius breaks the –23.9 record set
in 1879. EIGHTEEN SEVENTY-NINE. Out west and further north they're recording
temperatures in the minus sixties today. Sigh. I am throwing up my Canadian
surrender flag and saying, "Enough!! We are not as hardy and tough as we'd
like people to think. Can we have spring now? Please?!"
This week's
episode focused on the Rick/Carl/Michonne group, and Tara/Glenn/various others.
The first thing I thought when we saw Abraham, the military guy who's in charge
of the latter rag-tag group, is that he looked very familiar. I couldn't place
him, but it bugged me throughout the episode. Looking him up later, I realized
he appeared on not just one, but two shows I wrote books about: Lost and
Buffy. On Lost he played Mike, Ana Lucia's partner. Even
better, on Buffy, he played "Bob" in "The Zeppo," an
undead guy who's brought back to life for one night of shenanigans that Xander
gets caught up in. Which means, you guessed it, he was a walker.
And now he's
got a fierce handlebar moustache and an even fiercer right hook. He's
travelling with Rosita Espinosa, who appears to be a size zero model in army
fatigues, Eugene Porter, a genius with a horrible mullet who claims to know
exactly how the plague started. But of course THAT INFORMATION IS CLASSIFIED so
he can't tell us exactly how, which means we are this close to a
possible cure and he'll die in a hail of bullets in a few more episodes. I
don't know if Eugene is supposed to be socially challenged or half-zombie or
what, but he tends to lope around and have zero personality. And finally,
Abraham is the military guy escorting him, and I actually quite like him. He's
got a job to do and is doing it, and he only hits Glenn when Glenn hits him
first. Poor Glenn has god-knows-how-many miles now between him and Maggie
(probably between 100 and 150 miles away) and he's decided to walk back. I was
a little concerned they were going to reunite the various groups early, but it
looks like they're going to keep them separate for a while longer, which I think
has shown some far more effective storytelling so far.
Meanwhile, over
in the Rick camp, the house has been overrun with guys, and their leader is also a
Buffy alum, who played two different baddies on that show, most
notably the "magic dealer" who was supplying Willow. (He's more
recently notable on Sons of Anarchy.) What did you think of the tense
scenes with Rick this week, Josh?
—Nikki
Dear Nikki,
Sure sounds
like you guys are getting the muddy end of the stick up there, ma'am,
acclimatized or not. In Georgia, of course, folks never need worry about bad
weather for long, as even our worst winter whatnot is still fairly mild, and
always short-lived. Like most cities in the southern U.S., the most unfavorable
conditions we have to endure come during the seemingly endless allergy season.
High annual temperatures and humidity, coupled with abundant agribusiness and
forests full of heavy pollen producers like loblolly pine, mean we suffer some
of the highest pollen counts in the world when the weather turns warm each
year.
Imagine a
slumber party's worth of girls armed for a pillow fight, but instead of fluffy
pillows, their pillowcases are filled with all purpose flour. Now imagine what
it's like to try and breathe in that room after five minutes' fighting, and you
have some idea of April in Atlanta. Spring down here is absolutely beautiful,
but it isn't always fun, and as far as I'm concerned, it can wait as long as it
likes.
But enough
about the weather – let's talk zombies.
This week's
episode continued in the vein of the last two, keeping our family of survivors
fractured for now and following separate paths, albeit toward what looks to be
a common destination. The events were straightforward, with nothing of much
import taking place, but it was nonetheless filled with great moments. The
stuff with Rick trapped under the bed was a fun use of a familiar trope,
culminating in the strangled thug on the floor who almost busts him, a
deliciously tense sequence that had me squirming all over he couch as I watched.
Though he never gets caught, I would be willing to bet that we haven't seen the
last of this particular team of creeps. The appearance of an actor the pedigree
of Jeff Kober, who as you pointed out has been around since the mid-1980s and
showed up on everything from The X-Files to Supernatural, means his character
will surely do more than just sit on the porch and scowl.
Most important,
the party crashers serve to push Rick, Carl and Michonne toward the
aforementioned common destination, as we are shown at episode's end. Terminus
is being set up as exactly that: the end of the line for this part of the
story, the culmination of whatever efforts they've made since the fall of the
prison colony. As such, it will have a lot to live up to once we finally
arrive.
Meanwhile,
Glenn and his new companions are going, then coming back. Again, nothing of
great significance happens, really. We see that the new kids are friendlies,
despite Abraham's obstinacy and Eugene's reticence. We see that Glenn still
refuses to give up on Maggie - of course. And we see that Tara, having
witnessed that same single-minded dedication guiding every sober move Glenn has
made since their paths first crossed, has decided that someone with that kind
of loyalty is someone worth following. The episode's first scene, as she jots
notes of landmarks on her arm so they can find their way back, went farther
toward endearing her to me than any other scene she's yet had, and I'm thrilled
Glenn's got a little backup to help him get where he needs to be.
But again this
week, Danai Gurira and her ever deepening role as Michonne stole the episode
for me. Her scenes with Carl as they explored that sad snapshot of suburban
desperation, from their exchanges as she slowly opened up to him about her
past, through the gradual way the house's secrets revealed themselves, were
mesmerizing. This kind of poignant vignette is something the show seems to be
taking special care to include this season, and like you, I couldn't be happier
about it. They're the kind of texture that truly makes the world within the
show come alive, and those are inevitably the moments when I enjoy watching it
the most.
Well, it's
Sunday night. By my clock here in the kitchen, there is still an hour before
this week's new episode broadcasts. That's got to be some kind of new low for
us, doesn't it? I apologize that this comes to you so late this time around. If
I had a better excuse than 'busy' or 'kind of sick' or just plain 'tired,' I'd
float it, but I don't. Just been one of those weeks, you know? But I won't
complain; it could always be -24.
-
j
Dear Josh,
So… we missed
our Sunday installment to talk about last week's episode. And now almost a week
has passed and I'm just getting this next letter to you now. What a gong show
of a week. It's weird how few hours are in a day when you break it down. I miss
the luxury of being in an office from 9 to 5; now I'm getting the kids to
school, racing home and working from 9:30-3:15 and then back over to get kids,
followed by homework, extracurricular activities, dinner in there somewhere,
and then bed. And then I try to get back to work because I didn't bank enough
hours. I end up doing laundry and grocery shopping during the day. And because
of this winter, there's been a three-inch sheet of ice on our driveway for over
a month now that won't even begin to melt, so I began chipping away at it on
the weekend. And, inevitably, hurt my back. My husband's happy to wait until
spring, but something about everyone else's driveway being clean and ours being
a downward-sloping ice rink drives me nuts. And our driveway holds seven cars,
so you can imagine the work I (and my chiropractor) have ahead of me. Le sigh.
But it's not all bad, you know; much of my lack of response is due to an Oscar
party I had on the weekend, which prevented me from watching Walking Dead (and
then, I'll admit, on Monday I made True Detective the priority… sorry…) and my
daughter is in a choir here in town that had its festival on the weekend,
preceded by 14 hours of rehearsals in the previous week. Blergh. But the
festival was rather glorious, and she looked and sounded amazing up
there.
Anyway, I'm so
full of excuses, and I need to move on to the show.
The scene where
Michonne opens the door and finds the room full of a dead family broke my
heart. I could just imagine this family with their picture-perfect life —
perfect little pink rooms for the girl, a sports paradise for the boy,
everything in the house in its place — suddenly realizing they're not going to
make it, and the future holds nothing but misery and death. Those were corpses
on the bed, not zombies, so clearly the children were curled up in the bed and
the mother or father killed each one of them before killing him/herself. I'd
like to think it was more peaceful, that they just starved to death, but then
they'd all be walkers. And they weren't. How horrible must that have been? To
have to mercy-kill your own beloved family? The heart just can't take it
sometimes. Michonne finally telling Carl what happened in her past was a
beautiful moment, and I love that she made him earn each question, and that he
was OK with that. I love these two together.
And that brings
us to this week's episode. Focused on Daryl and Beth, this week's might have
been my favourite episode of the season so far. Once again it's the character
study that comes off as being the most brilliant way to explore the themes of
the series. They find their way up to the golf course clubhouse, and Beth is
intent on one thing: finding alcohol. Daryl looks uncomfortable and snarly the
entire time they're in the clubhouse, and when he finally goes after the
walkers in the lounge area, he goes to town on Arnold Palmer, beating the snot
out of him and his ugly green golf sweater. The severity with which he beats
the old zombie comes off as a little too personal, as if he actually knew the
guy. But he didn't. Instead, we move from the exclusive golf club to the
rundown shack in the middle of the woods, and suddenly Daryl knows his way
around. This was the world he came from, not the hoity-toity snooty world of
birdies, eagles, and 19th holes. He shows Beth around the house and knows every
inch of it: where you'd dump cigarettes or spit out your chewing tobacco juice;
where the old chair came from; where the moonshine is kept. He knows his way
around, but as we soon see, he's not exactly comfortable here, either, because
he's reminded of where he came from. Beth, meanwhile, is sucking back the
moonshine like it's water, and she's come from a strict religious teetotalling
family.
And it's here
that we get something that's never really been explored on this show, but is
fascinating: sometimes, in an apocalypse, when you're forced to become a new
person and leave behind everything you were… it's not a bad thing. She tells
Daryl that he needs to focus on who he is, not who he was. Beth's family
circumstance was certainly happier before, but she's finding a way to become a
new, stronger person in this post-apocalyptic world. Yes, she's lost people,
and she misses them terribly, and she's hardened her heart against the slings
and arrows that life tosses at it, but she's not the timid little shy sister
anymore: she's a warrior who can hold her own. As the two of them walk away
from the ramshackle lodgings burning to the ground, they move forward into a
new world and learn to leave the past in the past. I thought this episode had
two of the best performances from the entire series.
And… back to
work, where my day has even fewer hours in it now than when I started this. But
this is a happy distraction. ;)
All the best,
Nik
Dear Nikki,
It's a cold,
rainy night in Georgia. I can hear thunder rumbling in the distance, but the
storm has run its course. Just as well – I have writing left to do, and nothing
puts me to sleep like the sound of a rainstorm. My parents used to drive me
around in the car as an infant when they couldn't get me to sleep, and forty
years later, white noise still gets me. Better keep that to yourself, though.
That's just the kind of information my many nemeses would kill to acquire, and
I can't allow your safety to be compromised.
Speaking of
which, did I tell you my seven year old has started roller derby? We're now two
practices into the season, and she's still learning the basics like how to fall
safely, but the sessions are intense. She has to wear a mouth guard. Like a
boxer. She loves it, though, the little bruiser. Bless her heart. It may not be
ladylike, but whatever. Words cannot describe the satisfaction inherent in a
father's knowledge that his sweet baby daughter is also tough as nails.
Hershel would
totally back me up on that, too. His presence loomed large over 'Still,' adding
subtle subtext and significance to what I agree was one of the best episodes
The Walking Dead has ever offered. Beautifully written, acted and shot, this
one was also filled to bursting with the kind of small details that do such a
tremendous job of selling the reality of this world they've created. I loved
the idea of hiding in the trunk until the herd of walkers had passed, and the
sight of all those muddy footprints on the pavement when they finally come back
out was the perfect creepy coda. These wordless, atmospheric opening sequences
are becoming a hallmark of this show, and this one was one of my favorites.
Things stay
silent for a while, too, as we see Beth and Daryl going about their daily
lives: hunting, starting a fire, setting up noisemakers as a basic early
warning system. Finally, Beth breaks the silence: “I need a drink.” And the
rest of the episode builds from there, as Beth tries to force Daryl out of the
funk he's been wallowing in ever since the attack on the prison. This
dovetailed well into what we saw of his state of mind from two episodes ago,
during their short interlude, and the way it all built to their drunken
confrontation near the end was perfectly handled. So often in movies and
television, we've seen similar scenes wherein one character tries to push
another to some kind of cathartic breakdown. It's a hard encounter to get
right, but the scripting and performances really nail the tone here, sincere
and dramatic without feeling unearned or overblown.
The structure
felt quite natural to me throughout, but it really found its rhythm in the
third act, when the two of them sit down to play the 'I Never' game. When Daryl
finally gets fed up with what he thinks is pure silliness, the self-pitying
tantrum that follows is amazing, sad and funny and perfect, all the way through
to his tearful surrender outside, when he finally speaks the names of his
friends, his new family, certain they're all dead, certain there is more he
could have done, certain that somehow this aimless, loveless life of perpetual
struggle is what he deserves for the life he led before. It's an amazing
sequence, and both Norman Reedus and Emily Kinney absolutely crushed the
delivery.
You already
mentioned how well this episode conveyed the unusual idea that this existence,
harsh though it may be, could actually improve certain aspects of their lives,
but it also did something else that no previous episode has managed to
accomplish – it made me feel for and identify with Beth in a way I never would
have expected. That's just one more reason I adore these measured,
character-focused episodes. When Beth says, “You're gonna miss me so bad when
I'm gone, Daryl Dixon,” they aren't just words to spell out how the audience
should be feeling. I believe her. And for the first time, I believe I'd miss
her, too.
I've said it
before, but it bears repeating: the eventual reunion of these characters is
going to feel soooooo good when we get there. None of it would be possible
without the superb groundwork the show has been giving us these past few weeks,
and I am loving every minute of it.
Now, if you'll
excuse me, I could use a drink myself. But it ain't gonna be no peach schnapps.
- j
Dear Josh,
Thank you for sending this out to me on Friday. I let the
whole weekend go, and was just settling in to watch this week’s episode of Walking Dead when I suddenly realized
I’d never posted it.
However, it’s allowed me to post that today will be the
warmest day of the year so far, at a balmy five degrees! And that alone is
worth celebrating.
I just wanted to add that a week later, I still adore this
episode. And I worry that the whole, “You’ll miss me when I’m gone” thing was
foreshadowing. Like you said, before this episode Beth would have just been
another casualty. But now, I really will miss her when she’s gone. I hope she
doesn’t go. :(
To everyone reading, sorry for these late posts. I would promise
that this week’s episode rundown will be coming sooner, but… I won’t. Because
it probably won’t. ;)
Love,
Nikki
