Warning: This post may contain spoilers.
You’re still here? Okay, then. Here we go!
You guys…remember that time Carol and Daryl held hands for like a second? Yeah, I still have goosebumps.
Okay, it’s Moody Monday and I’m pretty sure you already know what I’m moody about….The Walking Dead season 3 finale. What in the world will I do with myself between now and October, right? It’s the question we’re all asking. I know it seems hard, and you feel lost right now, but I promise you this time shall pass quickly. A good tip? Take a look at your calendar and find the “big” events. Then, start viewing the rest of this year as time passing from event to event, rather than day to day. For example, take a look at a slice of my current time jump: April has Charlotte Comicon, then a television interview. May has a CF 10k walk, followed by a Star Wars CF benefit, then a karaoke competition, XCON, CF clinic, and the kid turns 15. Jump to June where we have the dentist, a lacrosse tournament, and maybe the beach. July has PonyCon and some more fundraising. August, maybe some more beach, and it’s back to school madness. September has the great possibility of a road trip to Wizard World Con in Ohio. And then BOOM!! It’s October!! Seriously, give it a try.
Now, back to the finale…
I will admit, after last week I was pretty nervous about watching the finale. Over the course of 3 seasons, I have cried numerous times during the show. Mostly, it was due to having panic attacks (go ahead and laugh, but I suffer an irrational fear of death and dying). The moments that caused me to cry and hyperventilate: series premiere (I hate hospitals anyway), when Morgan’s wife keeps grabbing the doorknob (ugh), Rick and Glenn covered in guts walking through Atlanta, the season 2 premiere with the herd on the highway (I can’t even…), when Daryl woke up with the walker chomping on his boot in the creek, when Shane let the walkers out of the barn, the season 2 finale when the farm is over run…Okay, I panic a lot. Don’t judge me. The only times, however that I have cried for a character or situation out of sadness have been when Shane died, when Dale died, when Daryl got shot in the head, when T-Dog died, when Rick found out Lori died, when Daryl thought Carol had died (and again, when he saved her), and I teared up during the Maggie/Glenn torture episode.
But last week, when everything went down with Merle…I don’t know what happened.
I cried all night. I watched the episode twice that night, and again the next morning (my usual Sun/Mon routine) but watched again 3 more times over the week. Each time, I still cried. I was so overcome with emotions by that episode that I felt pure dread coming into the finale. Imagine my relief when there was nothing to cry about last night.
I know that a lot of people were super upset about Andrea, while others were all, “It’s about time”. I guess I’m indifferent. I hate the way it went down (though I knew Milton was going to bite it, no pun intended). It was a horrible way to go. But it was poetic, in a way, since she had always been the one who wanted to kill herself. Then she found new purpose. Her heart was in the right place, but she mucked things up at every turn and caused a lot of people to lose their lives. It was only fitting that she should go. I just never imagined it that way. I did like the line about knowing how the safety works on the gun. It was a sweet nod to one of the earliest exchanged between Andrea and Rick. Anyway…RIP Andrea.
As for the 27 deaths that were promised, that has me a bit miffed. Not that I want anyone from Team Prison to perish, oh no. But for the sake of writing, I thought at least one of them was a goner. I loved their use of the tombs. And I LOVED when the governor reached his cracking point (for the day) out on the road. That was great. But, yeah…there’s your 27 deaths.
Oh, I almost forgot about the kid in the woods (that was asthma kid, right?). Carl Grimes, oh Carl Grimes. You are more like your mother every day. Lori never had a problem with making the tough decisions. Rick is always struggling with his moral compass, and Lori was always, just-do-it-already. Carl started out like his father, but has very quickly matured into his mother, with just a hint of Shane for good measure. There was a moment in the woods where I was thinking, Carl…you are slipping young man. What are we going to do about him? But then, in what I consider a personal highlight of the entire finale, Carl reacts to Rick’s day late/dollar short parenting lecture with an epic nut-up-or-shut-up speech. He told his dad what’s what, and he did it unfiltered…just the way Lori and Shane would have. Poor Rick, those words being the last thing he had weighing on his mind, rounds out the episode by bringing a busload of Woodbury expats back to the prison. A sweet gesture, surely, but was it a wise one? Judging by Carl’s reaction to their arrival, I’m guessing No.
All in all, the episode went by too quickly, and for an episode that fast paced, it wrapped up too neatly for my taste. I am happy that the characters I have come to love are still alive (Team Caryl all the way!!), and I think it’s a fantastic idea to have the Governor MIA. He and his remaining two, albeit petrified, cronies are on the loose. How long before they catch hold of some new sheep….say….the group of raping, pillaging bandits Randall claimed to be a part of in season 2. The Governor preyed upon the fears of the good people of Woodbury, warping them into soldiers. We now have a nice set up for real criminals to gang up in season 4. I can’t wait.
Also, I’m happy to report that I was not one of the April Fool’s Day Twitter victims who were taken advantage of by a phony Norman Reedus account. Shameful. I did, however, fall victim to a Doctor Who News prank, and well…not cool, you guys.
Hope you enjoyed the finale. I don’t know about you, but I will be rewatching all 3 seasons as often as possible between now and October. Get your bug-out bags packed, stay in shape, learn to use your weapons, and brush up on your survival guides. As for what to watch between now and then…Mad Men and Game of Thrones have returned, and this summer we’ll have more Dexter and Breaking Bad. You can get through this. I promise.