WARNING: this post contains spoilers for The Walking Dead season one.
I have, as you might have noticed, a fairly serious thing for zombies, and so when The Walking Dead first hit US television screens I tried to watch it then. And couldn’t get as far as the credits of the first episode on more than one attempt.
But once it was broadcast on Channel 5, it became apparent that it was less frightening than episodes of Buffy the Vampire Slayer (which I found terrifying when I was nine). That’s not the say the characters don’t find themselves in peril – the world’s full of the Walking Dead, which means it’s hard to watch without worrying that something’s going to bite someone. There are some very effective scenes, such as when Frank Grimes, the protagonist, a small town Sheriff’s Deputy who, having been shot, wakes up from a coma to find the hospital, realises the “Do not open – Dead inside” sign on a bolted door means RUN and has to make his way down a dark stairwell lighting his way only with a book of matches. The show’s comic book origins were particularly evident in some of the shots in the first episode, and you really can’t find fault with the beautifully, gorily rendered zombies, or “walkers” as the show calls them.
The show is, however, far from perfect, for several reasons. First off, in a show that requires as much suspension of disbelief as one where corpses stagger through the streets, the writers need to keep the characters’ psychology and physiology plausible. Frank wakes up from a coma after about a month. He hasn’t got a catheter in, which seems unlikely, and, judging by the state of the hospital, no one’s been around to change his IV for a while. Frank should not be alive, and it’s quite hard once you’ve realised this to take the series seriously.
Further to this, as my friend Octavian (she’s my chief horror companion, and the person who held my hand through every horror film discussed on this ‘blog) pointed out, all this adultery that Lori, Frank’s wife, and Shane, his partner, are getting up to does not seem like it’d be the highest priority during the end of the world. Certainly, if I were having sex with my husband’s colleague in a forest during the zombie apocalypse, I’d probably not take my clothes off. And even though it is the end of the world, surely they’re moving a bit fast? How the zombies sense is also not yet clear – they have a sense of hearing (like in Zombieland they are attracted to noise), and of smell (as exploited by our band of survivors in “Guts”), but it seems unclear as to whether they have a sense of sight. If I were a survivor, I’d’ve tried to establish that fairly quickly. Also, as Octavian always says, they’re not exactly careful about whether they touch zombie corpses, or indeed where zombie blood gets, which seems reckless even if the infection seems to be spread by bites.
The show’s (many) attempts at pathos strike me as more telling than showing – when, say, Rick conducted his miniature memorial service for the zombie he was about to use for parts (“he was an organ donor”), this seemed a stupid bit of timewasting, rather than a reminder that he was a human too, once. And yet the show wants to remind us the walkers were humans far too much for my liking. The dead wife in the first episode was enough for us to understand the grief that came along with the epidemic: Rick’s ‘conversation’ with the legless zombie seemed more to reflect on the fact that Rick’s a moron, rather than the enormity of the situation.
In fact, most of the characters seem remarkably unprepared on the apocalypse front (which is fair enough, I suppose) but in these circumstances surely one would spend less time doing laundry (which the women seem to be constantly doing: “I don’t like the division of labour around here”, one of them comments; you’d think less laundry, more looting would be the order of the day) and perhaps more time finding a solid building to hide out in. When Frank, who seems pretty damn slow on the uptake, is destined to be your leader, you’ve probably got some problems.
My major problem with the show is, however, how much it accepts the conventions of the genre, with almost no interest in exploring the framework the generic expectations give it. As soon as the survivors in a show or film don’t call them “zombies”, you can almost always tell where the story’ll be headed. And so far, I’ve seen no sign (from the racial tension in the group (very Night…) to the hanging about in a department store (very Dawn…) to what the mention of the CDC in the opening episode suggests (scientists? very Day…)) that this departs from the conventions of the genre. That’s not necessarily a problem, but combined with the rather heavy handed story telling, it would tend to suggest that this isn’t going to be especially game changing, although it is very pretty to look at. Romero, whose presence looms over zombie films like Homer’s in Epic, is hard to beat, but it would be possible, I think, for a television series, with the scope it has for slower-burn story telling, to use a vision of a zombie infested world to interesting ends, if the approach taken to it was light-handed enough. This does not feel like it has the real resonance of a true classic. Or maybe I’m just annoyed Zombieland was never commissioned as a tv series.