I've always enjoyed watching, 'The Walking Dead.' Goodness knows why. I'm more of a costume drama sort of gal and a 67 year old gal at that. But it's been such a fun show, hiding behind cushions or disappearing into the kitchen to make coffee at tense moments, annoyingly asking my husband, "What happened?" when I reappeared. Well tonight's episode has taken the show to a different level and into a different genre. I've long suspected my husband to be lacking in empathy and his assurance tonight that, "It's not real. It's only a show. No one has really died," just confirms this belief. If you thought this was entertainment then I'm sorry for you. After all, isn't that what TV is all about? Entertainment? Tonight's episode has crossed the boundary between what is acceptable to watch and what is not. Graphic violence like this is not and never should be acceptable for screening on mainstream TV. Yes, I know you'll think me old, middle class and probably boringly stuffy, but that's only if you don't know me. Even so, it was too much for me. So, so long Walking Dead. It's been good to know you.
Review of The Day Will Come When You Won't Be
