TV Review: ‘Fear the Walking Dead’: Season 1, Episode 3
Let’s talk about the latest episode of Fear the Walking Dead. Yeah, I know I’m a few days late on posting this, so bite me. Zombie pun!
From my point of view, there are two primary takeaways from this episode. Hell, the entire series so far. One, people are self-absorbed. Second, we love to be in denial. Why wouldn’t we? Change is hard. Especially when change involves the collapse of modern society and the beginning of the zombie apocalypse.
First off, is anyone paying attention in LA? While the looters are busy rioting in the streets, walkers are feasting away right in front of them. Seriously? How is it that no one is picking up on that? Then, I continued to watch and think about people. As a whole, we are incredibly self-absorbed. We are constantly on our phones. If not our phones, we find something else to pay attention to. Drugs, alcohol, games, work, the poison of choice really doesn’t matter. We love to be addicted to ourselves.
Poor, poor Travis. He is so convinced that the walkers are sick and can be cured. I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t confuse that with the flu. However, we have to play along that the people in Fear the Walking Dead don’t know what a walker is yet. It’s admiring that Travis has so much faith, but when is he going to wake up? One neighbor is setting up a bouncy house for a birthday party. Another neighbor is wheeling his trash out to the curb, at the same time Travis is wheeling out his trash can, filled with the remains of his dead friend turned walker. Just a normal day here at the zombie apocalypse.
Near the end of the episode, the military storms into the neighborhood to save the day. At least that is what Travis is thinking. They are killing walkers, removing the dead ones, and escorting people out that have been directly exposed to walker blood. Hallelujah! Now, if you watch The Walking Dead, you know that everyone is already infected with the virus. It doesn’t matter if you have ever seen a walker or drink their blood for sport. Everyone is doomed.
If I had to wrap all of this up into a song, it might go a little something like this: