Having spent a number of summers taking golf lessons I can attest to how horrifying country clubs are and while I thought there could be nothing worse than an actual zombie apocalypse, this episode proved me wrong by presenting a future where the only available clean clothes are golf clothes. If there was one thing I hated more than actually golfing (my powder-keg combo of impatience, competitiveness and rage ruined many a game) it was that I couldn't wear normal teenager clothes but instead had to wear boxy polo shirts and baggy, to-the-knee shorts. It was a nightmare. A nightmare only out-nightmared by the time that in a lesson with the cute assistant-pro when I threw my driver twice (damn these sweaty palms!).I will say that the patrons of TWD country club were considerably more tolerable than the ones with whom I had to deal with as a kid. Way less sneering and judging and booze-soaked! And there wasn't a single racist joke told the entire episode! Progress!
|I've never never considered wearing a top-knot|
And what, Beth is too good for Peach Schnapps? It's been good enough for thousands of teenage girls before you, Beth! You want to feel a normal annoying college girl, drink the damn Schnapps. (My first hangover was brought on by apple-flavoured Growers so I know of what I speak). I took a screen-cap of her face when she had her first sip of moonshine and, if we've ever had any doubts to Beth's credibility as an actor we now have definitive proof that she's not method. I had a single shot of home-brew nine years ago and I still hurt. No way Beth would be able to handle that ish without gagging and bargaining with the deities to never drink more. Ugh Beth.
|I've never worn terrible extensions|
|I've never wished I was in the open woods with a baby and two little kids, one of whom is prolly a psycho|
The writers' attempts to delve into some of the tensions between people as the field between the haves and have-nots has been totally leveled is a little clunky. The supposed massacre at the country club that Daryl and Beth stumble upon being as much fueled by desperation to survive and relishing the opportunity to get one over the privileged elite.The class divide theme continued into Daryl and Beth's drinking game with Beth goading Daryl about his unsavory past, and Daryl using it as a teachable moment to learn Beth on the hoi polloi. I love a good take-down on the dangers of classism but Beth seemed to go further into saviour-mode and any growth she could have experienced is overshadowed by the un-charming reality of Beth: rich, sheltered, pretty white girl. It did nothing to expand Beth's character beyond her privilege.
Is there a gang of marauders roaming the woods torturing and murdering people they've deemed bad, leaving signs behind to denote the crime of the victim (I'm as anti-capitalism as the next socialist hipster but being a Rich Bitch hardly seems like an executable offense)? Or is this just how things go now? Hoping it's the former and we'll have our next Big Bad.
I do actually like that Daryl and Beth got drunk (despite the unbelievability of Beth's first drank). The seriousness and near constant brow-furrowing can get a little grim.
Torching the cabin was a nice heavy-handed metaphor but I am curious about the logic of not only destroying your only shelter forcing you to roam zombie-filled woods, guided by moonlight, but also didn't we see Glenn distract a whole bunch of walkers with fire a few episodes ago? Are walkers attracted to fire or not?
|I've never used saccharine songs as a cover for personality|
I'm a little disappointed by Daryl's back-story. Seemed too obvious given the information we were given at the beginning of the series.
|I've never been bullied into talking about feelings|
The episode felt like it cobbled together two different kinds of zombie movies. There was the 28 Days Later-man-is-the-most-dangerous-hunter trope (one which I'm never allowed to forget as every time I try and play the fun "how would you do in the apocalypse game" my friend never fails to real talk me by reminding of the whole rape/forced-birthing thing) with Rick hiding under the bed, Gage-style, listening to a bunch of scary men talk about who gets to "have" Michonne. There were some ridiculous moments that asked the viewer to overlook logic (like Rick fighting and strangling that bigger dude without his buddies noticing any of the breaking glass and heavy-man breathing -- I can always hear my roommate putting on make-up even through two closed doors) but overall there was the perfect amount of tension driving that story.
|I've never had a boring plot line|
The Kenny Powers-look-alike scientist doesn't smell right. Aside from the nonsensical reasoning behind not sharing "classified" government information, he's pretty eager to abandon the plan to go to Washington. Having already proven his inadequacies when it comes to aiming a gun, killing zombies and yelling for help, maybe he's just nervous the politician walkers will be more vicious and bloodthirsty than the simple rural Georgian ones. I get it, I watch Scandal and I'd actually rather deal with a flesh-noshing zombie than anyone breathing on that show.
|I've never regretted saving anyone|
I am very surprised that Glenn and company were able to drive so far away from the prison and surrounding woods where everyone else is just circling the same ground. Was almost certain that we had a Truman Show situation.
Very glad that even though Hershel is dead, his magical healing skillz have lived on, Rick is looking pretty good considering the day before his kid thought he was a walker.
|I've never had to interact with anyone from a different background than me|
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