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The Walking Dead: “Walk with Me” (S3, E3) Review


Somehow I got behind and missed the first two episodes of The Walking Dead Season 3. Last night I decided to catch up and watch the newest episode, “Walk with Me.” Like everyone else in the world, I’m glad the crew finally left Hershel’s farm, the prison looks promising (although it could turn into The Farm 2.0), and it’s nice to see a little more action after last season bogged down—although I am a fan of an in-depth exploration of the philosophical questions raised by a zombie apocalypse.

Episode 3 summary (not really any spoilers): A new villain, The Governor, and a new location, Woodburry, are introduced. Both are hiding something that the audience will learn in time. Andrea is into The Governor, Michonne just wants her weapons back, and Merle finally makes his long foreshadowed return. There are a few more details, but this covers the essentials. It was kind of a boring episode that was essential for setting up the rest of the season.

However, instead of offering an analysis, I just have a few questions:

Does The Governor remind anyone else of a mix of Russell Edgington and Bill Compton from True Blood? I’ve read a few places comparing The Governor to Bill Clinton, mostly because of his charisma and charm. If that’s the case, I wonder whose heads Bill keeps in fish tanks?


Will Carl Grimes go the way of Walt from Lost? One of the first things I noticed during the new season was how much Carl has grown. This plays into the writers’ hands for now because they are attempting to take Carl in a more serious, grownup direction. However, as we learned from Lost, you can’t control how much someone grows. I can accept that time elapses over the course of and between seasons and people will naturally change and grow, but I can’t accept a 6’2” Carl in Season 4.


Since Merle has a hand machete, will Hershel get a leg machete? (Now this is something someone should work on Photoshopping.) It only makes sense, right? I can’t figure out how the writers are going to handle this injury. Does this spell the end for Hershel? Will he be forced to walk around on crutches? Will someone create a prosthetic stump for him? Will all that pants tearing by Beth be in vain? Couldn’t Hershel just roll his pants up? And, if Hershel gets any kind of prosthetic leg, he may want his pants leg sewn back on, Beth. Sheesh.

I’m guessing we’ll get a lot of buildup around a few questions: Is The Governor really a bad guy? Are The Governor and Rick really that different? And which worldview—The Govenor’s or Rick’s—is ultimately the one people should choose for the future?


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