Last night’s episode of The Walking Dead, the fourth season finale, was great. This has probably been the best season yet, especially the second half.
Most of the gang, everyone except Carol, Judith, Tyreese, was reunited at Terminus, albeit locked in a boxcar by a bunch of candle-loving cannibals.
Speaking of which, I learned an important lesson in last night’s episode: when older, long-haired Tasha Yar offers you a plate of barbecue, just say no. Tell her you already ate. Tell her you’re not hungry. Tell her anything, just don’t eat anything she’s serving up.
If you do, you may decide later to become a vegan.
As great as the episode was, it seems almost criminal to make viewers wait seven months for season five. That’s too long to wait. Season five isn’t supposed to kick off until October.
Back in the day, a series on TV ended in May and then began again the following September. When you watched the season finale of The Love Boat, it was assured you were going to see Gopher, Captain Stubing, Issac, and the rest of the Pacific Princess crew again in four short months. Not once did you have to wait seven months for The Love Boat to start again.
Why can’t The Walking Dead by more like The Love Boat?