Blick Tolkien reviews THE WALKING DEAD, S4E03: Isolation

The Walking DeadOriginally broadcast October 27, 2013
Written by Robert Kirkman
Directed by Dan Sackheim
My rating: ★★★★
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Don’t wanna be all by myself anymore.

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Warning

The following review is rated FM (Fresh Meat) for kickass walker related goodness and strong story lines featuring men with revolvers and crossbows. The views here do not reflect the thoughts of a completely sane person. They are being presented by a person that has grown up in a rather unseemly portion of town, taken recreational narcotics, and has been molested by a clown. Don’t feel compelled to read it all, hell I know I don’t. Albino, Mormon, and Republican reader discretion is advised.

Review:

Did I mention that last weeks episode ended with Tyreese’s main squeeze and another person being quarantined? After which, he went to visit her with flowers to find she was killed, dragged outside, and burned by someone seemingly intent on stopping the outbreak. As the dead were buried by Glenn, we notice that he and several others are becoming symptomatic. Regardless, Tyreese wants answers and blood as retribution for what happened to his new found love. Rick finally gets his ass handed to him in a fist fight when he tries that calm and civil tone on an inconsolable Tyreese.

Black eyed and dejected, Tyreese, Daryl, Michonne, and our bumbling local alcoholic Bob take some advice from Hershel and head over to the local veterinary college in search of antibiotics to staunch this flu. Once they get there, pickings are quite slim and as per usual they get swarmed by zombies and Bob almost loses his bag when they flee across rooftops to avoid the walkers. The heroism that drives Bob is boundless as he wrenches the bag free from the clamoring hands of the walkers below but in an M. Night Shyamalan worthy twist, the bag seems to contain no medicines but instead an entire bottle of hooch. Daryl is so disgusted by this he nearly hurls the bottle out into the undead throng, but not before Bob pulls a pistol on him asserting his unwavering commitment to being a wine connoisseur. Daryl gives him back the bottle and Bob sheepishly accepts, thus ending their outing.

Meanwhile back at the prison, they need clean water, so Carol has to go out to clear the mud from line feeding the pump system for the prison. To do this, she has to go outside the prison gates leading, of course, to another near fatal zombie swarming. Rick, with his pride and jaw wounded and knuckles bloody from pulping Tyreese’s face, honors his request to find out who did this to his girlfriend and quarantine companion. Rick, actually putting his long rusty law enforcement training to good use, figures out exactly who killed and torched both bodies. To all our mutual surprise, it turns out it was Carol, and when confronted she owns up to it without regret, remorse, or any pause in her conviction. In her eyes, it had to be done for the good of the group. For those of you who know Rick, you know he is a man of his word, so promising Tyreese he would not only find the killer, but turn them over when he did to face Tyreese’s burly negro vengeance, puts him in a very sticky situation since Carol is his friend, a member of the council, and sort of Daryl’s main squeeze. So, we are left to wonder what Rick’s conscience will ultimately lead him to do.

Before I tell you that I would like all your films to bring you fright or invite you back to join me for episode 4: Indifference, I want to tell you why upon its second viewing this episode hits so close to home. As this is being written, I am fighting off flu-like symptoms of my own with the aid of holistic, pharmaceutical, and old timey home remedies. The issue I would take is what the hell I would do if I was surrounded by flesh eating ghouls but the thing that took me out is a head cold or a stomach bug. I’m positive I would be fucking mortified. It’s super embarrassing to think of my corpse gripping a double barrel shotgun covered in vomit and clutching a blankie because I was too ill to move. We take advantage of something as simple as a throat lozenge or as complicated as a prescription but you don’t think about that part of the struggle in a post apocalyptic world. You think of zombies, bandits, hell, even the threat of starvation is something you are positive you will have to deal with, just not dying of a common cold. Think about that this cold and flu season when you are passing by a Walgreen’s and decide to opt out of being vaccinated. I’ll be chugging OJ and chicken broth until it’s time for your next dose of Walking Dead. So until then be safe, be well, and bundle up goddamn it!

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About Blick Tolkien

About Blick Tolkien: The bastard half brother of Zeb Carter, he grew up in Chicago's urban jungle, forced to be the victim of racial injustice and daily bullying until the day he saw Night of the Living Dead. the immersion into violence on film gave him the tools to externalize his hate and make the world a horror show for all his enemies. A card carrying member of the Black Panther party, he hates whitey and all forms of coonery including any and all Tyler Perry films. You have been warned. About Zeb Carter: The younger brother of Blick Tolkien, he used horror films as a way to open him self up to the social and story telling aspects of cinematic fear as well as his love of the silver screen. After seeing Gremlins at the drive in he was hooked. He also writes short fiction, has 2 daughters and a pack of animals that he is currently serves as the alpha male over. You can read his fiction at forums.drabblecast.org.
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