Last night, I called home. My sister answered the phone, and immediately told me that she tried to watch The Walking Dead (the new AMC series about a zombie outbreak and the survivors that are left to fend for themselves) and just couldn't because of the violence. (Understandable, but how else are you going to de-zombify the zombies?)
To be fair, I really hadn't suggested they start watching. In fact, I avoided saying anything about the series, because I already knew it wouldn't be her cup of tea. As I write this post, I'm three episodes behind. (10 pm on a Sunday night was just too late for me two weeks ago...last week I was alone and there was no way I was going to attempt to watch right before bedtime...then last night, I was just too far behind. Fortunately, they're all taped and just waiting for me to find a few spare hours.)
Mike and I are both huge fans of the original Robert Kirkman comic book series, but are divided when it comes to our feelings about the series. He thinks the television series too violent, and hasn't watched past episode two. I'm certainly not a fan of violence, but I'm also the person sitting on the couch, peering through my fingers until those scenes pass. So maybe my perspective is different because it isn't as violent in my world. :) But, again, I'll agree that there is at least one scene that went on for far too long (episode two...I'll omit the details, but if you watch, you can probably guess the scene I'm referring to). For us, the appeal of the comics has always been the tension and distrust amongst the survivors. (That, and knowing that the comics start out in Cynthiana. Sadly, AMC missed the memo about including that crucial detail.) So far, I've seen enough of the human drama to make me happy.
So, sometime this week, I will sit down, have my hands ready to cover my eyes, watch, and decide if I think the series is an acceptable companion to my favorite comic.