Good ol' James Woods got it right. "Walking Dead" has turned into a chick-fest, and that ain't right. On the other hand, in light of other fanciful forms of entertainment ("Maleficient the Benign", "Socialist Beasts", etc), it still remains a godsend, albeit at present a misguided one.
I suppose that Rick Grimes (Andrew Lincoln)'s departure was the first sign of decline. Perhaps the series should have said goodbye at that point or shortly thereafter. A greater emphasis on Daryl Dixon (Norman Reedus) should have stepped in, as many of us thought would be the case, but promises are often the result of the crafty rumor mill. (And yet what does Season 10's poster reveal?! Say, we may yet get our wish. Nah, we'll probably just be fooled again.)
"Walking Dead" needs more unapologetic grit and shock-to-the-system surprise like it once had. It needs its core characters in the forefront. New folks are fine, but not when they take the reins coming outta left field, as became the case with those whispery Whisperers.
I want sheer madness and sadness reinstalled in "Walking Dead". I want that nail-biting edginess that made me not want to go to sleep on a Sunday night, even though better-be-spry Monday was in wait. I want the Governor (David Morrisey) back (somehow, someway), so that he can fight Negan (Jeffrey Dean Morgan) for control, but I guess that's a scenario destined only for fan fiction.
If I miss an episode of "Walking Dead" now, I'm content to catch it later. Never saw that coming. At the same time, I haven't given up on the saga, not by a long shot. I still want it to go out with a bang, even if that means every last lead dies as a consequence.
Maybe Season 10 will go that cataclysmic path or at least die on the vine trying.
For better or worse, the flesh-eating infestation returns Oct 6.
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