The Walking Dead’ Season 2, Ep. 4: A whiter shade of Rick
I liked the Rick from last season better
- AMC
- “Shane’s handsome, right Rick? What would you think of a kid that looked like him?”
About a year ago, there was a show on TV called “The Walking Dead” about this really tough small-town sheriff-slash-zombie death machine with balls so enormous he basically had to wear an upside down hoodie as pants (like this guy). Well, in a change-up of Mrs. Garrett-to-Beverly Ann Stickle proportions (“Facts of Life” humor), Sheriff Rick Grimes has been replaced by some pale lady who wanders around crying, sweating and tough-talking hospitable veterinarians. The previous Rick was preferable. By a lot.
But, HEY, look who’s really coming into his own (I’ll give you a hint) ... it’s GLENN! Found his way into two wet holes in one week, didn’t he (fist bumps fraternity brothers, slits own throat).
The episode opens with Daryl — who’s driving his loud, zombie-attention-getting motorcycle — and the rest of the group pulling up at the farmhouse, where a nice little memorial service is being put together for Otis. And who better than Shane — his hands soaked with Otis’ blood, his body draped in Otis’ overalls — to speak about the dearly departed?! Shane paints a really pretty picture of Otis’ demise, and says that without Otis, he never would’ve made it out alive. And that’s true! Without Otis’ sweet, sweet meat ...
Oh, and speaking of sweet, our selfless little ventriloquist dummy Carl — still recovering from surgery — wakes up, and all he wants to know is whether Sophia’s OK. The sweaty lady posing as Carl’s father lies and says she is.
As Rick grows paler, it seems “his people” are relying on him less and less. T-Dog and Dale set about fetching water from wells on the property. Pretty farmgirl Maggie and Glenn — the Go-to-Town Expert™ — plan a trip to the pharmacy. And Daryl sets off to find Sophia on his own. Rick’s all, like, b-b-b-but wait, we have a base now so we can organize a search (adjusts glasses on bridge of nose). Daryl’s, like, “Yeah, Rick, you’re so good at plans,” and goes anyway.
More rain on Rick’s parade (actually, it’s just sweat): Hershel, reminds him that they don’t really have a base at all. “We don’t normally take in strangers,” says Hershel. “I cant have your people thinking this is permanent.
Once you find your girl and your boy is fit to travel I expect you’ll move on. I need to be clear on that.” Rick should’ve gone ahead and agreed, ‘cause no way are they ever finding Sophia.