First my vacation interrupted RuPaul’s Drag Race and now it’s getting in the way of The Walking Dead Season 8 mid-season premiere. The beach is great and all but this is getting ridiculous! I’ve been waiting 11 long weeks for tonight and here I am, hamstrung. So, instead of my usual detailed analysis, the best I can offer are some personal thoughts on what is sure to go down in TWD history as a must-watch episode.
Carl, Carl, Carl. In the mid-season finale we learned Carl was bit saving Siddiq. He didn’t die but it was clear that’s where he was headed. Tonight, we watched him say goodbye. To his sister. To his friends. To sunshine and the future. Most deaths on this show are fast and brutal. Only now do I realize that that might be a blessing for the viewers. An hour and twenty-four minutes of heartbreak is rough.
My biggest ugly cries came when Carl:
- gave his sister his hat
- told Michonne she was his best friend
- thanked his father changing the course of his life by becoming Farmer Rick
- killed himself so Rick and Michonne wouldn’t have to do it (the most Carl-y thing he could do)
We also learned that all of those old-man Rick flash forwards are actually Carl’s wish for the future. I got a little excited when I saw Eugene back in the fold. Negan picking tomatoes was a step too far.
Tonight, Morgan was the anti-Carl. From gutting a Savior to stalking Gavin like he’s Jason Voorhees, Morgan was scary. Carol and King Ezekiel did their best to bring him back but nothing penetrated. Hopefully watching Henry kill Gavin did the trick. I see three options for him: death, another long time-out in the woods, or changing the course of Henry’s life by becoming Farmer Morgan.
The Final Five Seconds
Rick. Bloody Hands. Stained Glass. What was that?
Next week: I’ll be back with a full recap when groups converge on the Hilltop, Aaron and Enid search for allies, and Simon takes matters into his own hands.