No spoilers, this time, really.
Whoops, you missed my review of Episode 11, Claimed, because I haven’t written it yet – just notes. I’m sure you are waiting with baited breath.
Some critics believe that television is a “dumbed down” medium with a superficial and hurried mode of narrative, which never requires the audience to think deeply about anything. Not so in The Walking Dead, even as the latter half of this season presents us segments that stand alone (some study I saw read the attention gap of the average American TV viewer is five minutes), but always connected to one of the many narratives going on during this series.
We get a hint of Daryl’s drinking days and they sound kind of fun but scary too. I think Scooby Doo is the talking dog that leads to the confrontation. We have glimpses into the future when Daryl collects cash and jewelry from the country club 19th Hole (the cash is later burned up by Daryl). So too with Beth’s collecting a collectible spoon, “The Capital of the United States – Washington D.C.” A hint? Why should we not find out if there is a Government other than that of the Governor?
There is a touching revelation from Daryl before he goes berserker on Moonshine. Worst Prop Moment: “The Rich Bitch.” Agree? I mean, that prop person shook like Styrofoam, which it is.
Is Beth insane? We know by the end of this episode that it’s at least a level playing field between Daryl and Beth. In fact, Daryl might be the sanest of the entire group.
A great closing with a great song: “Up The Wolves” by The Mountain Goats; and, one of the best episodes yet.