It’s the end of an era, folks. No more painting trees. No more making up for all the bad things we’ve done. No more writing scathing critiques about the worst show on TV.
I’ve been writing reviews of Fear The Walking Dead since it first aired back in August of 2015. I was 34 years old, all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. My 16-year-old daughter was 8. Her little brother was 5. Trump had never been elected president and COVID-19, like the zombie virus itself, was still being cooked up in a lab somewhere (I jest! Too soon?)
Here’s my very first review of the show. I wrote, in that review, that I had “high hopes” for the show mostly because I immediately liked the characters. I was a bit lukewarm about it for the most part and thought it was a slow burn (I’ve since rewatched the finale and am astonished at just how much better it is than anything after Season 3). For the first two seasons, my opinion of the show went up and down and up and down like a seesaw, zigzagging as the show had its moments of greatness and its many, many moments of bizarre stupidity.
By the time Season 2 was over—airing a 2-part season finale kind of like yesterday’s 2-part series finale—I was annoyed by the direction the show had taken and by the weird decisions characters like Madison kept making. I argued that it suffered from Rapid Conflict Resolution Syndrome in my review of the finale. Too many conflicts were introduced and resolved too quickly in these first two seasons. Nothing had time to ferment and get interesting (something that changed in a very big way in Season 3, for the better).
I was actually quite critical of Season 2’s finale, but after a long discussion of its flaws I wrote:
The thing is, Fear The Walking Dead still manages to be enjoyable in spite of all this. Not enjoyable as in a really good show with characters we care about and a story that keeps us on the edge of our seats, but enjoyable in a visceral, immediate, unthinking sort of way. Another loud, slow zombie sneaks up on some group of unwitting survivors and kills them gruesomely. That's fun, even if it is dumb. Our characters do some really absurd thing or come up with some silly plan or other, and it results in a bloodbath, and that's fun, even if it doesn't make any sense.
Sounds kind of like how the show ended up when the new showrunners took over—though Goldberg and Chambliss amped up all of Fear’s inherent flaws to 11 and then some. It amped up the stupid to a point where you couldn’t enjoy it anymore unless you were hate-watching just to see how preposterous it would get.
I also called parts of the Season 2 finale, like Travis’s revenge killing of his son’s murderers, “terrific television” which I don’t think I ever said about the series when the new showrunners took over in Season 4 (or at least not after the first few episodes of Season 4, which I did enjoy).
But in a way, I think I might have doomed Fear with my Season 2 finale review. In it, I concluded that Season 3 should be the end of the show, and that they should start fresh in Season 4 with an all-new cast:
Season three should be the last season of this particular Fear The Walking Dead. Season four should start with a fresh batch of characters, right after the apocalypse breaks out, but in some other location.
What I had in mind was just wrapping up the Clark’s story and going to, I dunno, Alaska or something and beginning at Day 0 again and telling another story from another perspective about the early days of the outbreak.
Instead, we got a shockingly good Season 3 followed by, well, the end of this particular show and the beginning of something totally different, with a mostly new cast and the complete character assassination of all the remaining members of the original cast (either killed, fake-killed, or simply changed dramatically into little Morgan clones).
In my review of the Season 3 finale I said that this was how you bring back a show from the brink, and that the main show should follow Fear’s example. And then Season 4. And then everything went to hell, and for five long, incoherent, increasingly nonsensical and poorly written seasons the show continued its downward slide.
I didn’t think anything could be worse than the plane and the beer balloon in Season 5, but then they introduced the documentaries about helping people. Then nuclear warheads exploded over Texas and they stayed there fighting over an office building. And still, miraculously, Season 8 managed to be even worse, bringing back both Madison and Season 3’s devilishly wonderful Troy Otto—only to completely ruin both characters in the process (which I said would happen, many times!)
Now it’s over. And I’m not sure what to do with myself. I’ve been writing about this show for a quarter of my life almost and it’s over. The Walking Dead is over. There are these halfway decent, halfway anemic spinoffs, but they’re flashes in the pan and not that interesting really. Ah well. This is how life works. Things change. Everything ends. And by all accounts, this show should have been cancelled ages ago. It’s a miracle AMC let it live so long, a shambling husk of its former self, lacking the one thing that all zombies crave: Brains.
Next up: The Ones Who Live. I just can’t wait for that crackling non-existent chemistry between Rick and Michonne to, um, razzle dazzle us! (Both great characters but seriously, no chemistry—though I’ll take them over Dwight and Sherry any day of the week. I seriously don’t think anyone writing for TWD can do romance to save their lives).
You can read my review of the FTWD series finale right here. Watch my video review below:
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