If you ever had any doubt just how massive a hit this show is, AMC has reported that “The Suicide King” drew in 12.3 million viewers, the largest audience in the show’s history. 4.1 million stuck around after to watch The Talking Dead. To put that in perspective, 600,000 more people would rather watch a couple of dudes talk about a show they just watched then watch the highest rated episode of Mad Men. So what if the show’s had three showrunners in four seasons. Behind the scenes the show may be crumbling under the weight of its own hubris, but what eventually makes it to air is still apparently entertaining enough to keep the viewers tuning in week after week. The Walking Dead is an unstabable (typo and it stays) force, one that cannot be killed and wants to turn us into shambling, mindless monsters reveling in death and tragedy. What are those things called? Vampires? Wendigos? Rugarus? Whatever. You get my drift. Now onto last night’s tedious and bloody time killer of an episode.
[“Where you going?” “Back where I belong.”]