This Past Sunday was the season two premier of Fear The Walking Dead and to be honest, I wasn’t sure I was going to write a recap about it. I watched it and needed a few days to really ponder and absorb what the hell I watched. I found myself both yelling at the TV and running away from it. Should it be almost physically painful to watch a TV show?
First of all
WHO THE HELL LEAVES SUPPLIES ON THE BEACH TO TAKE A DEAD BODY?!
Ok, now that I have that out of my system, let me rephrase it. Who decides that their dead ex wife is more important than grabbing more supplies while walkers are dogging your heels? Travis. Travis makes that decision.
Travis shouldn’t be left in charge of anything. Daniel gets it.
Second of all
Maddie and Alicia need to simmer down about the people in the rafts. Seriously, these people are not getting it. The world is over. As in, she gone. Dead people are eating living people. That’s kind of a big thing. If I saw a dead person eating a living person you know what I would do? After I peed myself, I’d be gone.
But maybe I’m being too hard on Maddie and Alicia. I mean, I know it’s the end of the world because for the last six years The Walking Dead has told me it’s the end of the world. These warm hearted ladies don’t have the same inside info that I have. I can’t hold them to same standard that I would hold say…Carol to, can I?
Is anybody going to step in here?
Did anyone else get worried about Chris hanging out in the bedroom with his mother’s corpse for so long? I mean Travis already made the first mistake of bringing said corpse on the boat, but now he can’t even get rid of it. It’s like getting crystal candle holders for your wedding when you really wanted a kitchen aid mixer. You’re stuck with that shit for FOREVER. Or what feels like forever until someone else gets married and you can regift it. But there’s no one to regift a dead body to, so now you’re stuck with it until Chris decides it’s time.
Source
I get it, I understand the loss devastated him and he needed time to process, however process internally and dump the body, it’s the damn zombie apocalypse.
Stranger Danger
Do we remember those classes in school? It was a pretty big thing. Clearly Alicia never learned about Stranger Danger because if she sat in the same assemblies as I was subjected to a child, she wouldn’t have been chatting on the radio with Jack. It’s always one person who has to ruin it for everyone.
Alicia makes a radio buddy with a dude named Jack and all the sudden she’s got some loose lips. You know what they say Alicia, loose lips sink ships. Mainly they sink sailboats.
Going off the deep Strand
Strand is quickly becoming my favorite character. Him and Daniel, because they know what’s up. They’re survivors. Strand won the best lines for this episode with his list of rules. Clearly he watched Fight Club a whole lot before the end of the world. When Strand comes out to announce the three rules of the boat, all of which were: it’s his damn boat; I cheered. You tell those fools what’s up Strand!
You have one job: Stay Out Of The Water
After finally giving his mother a burial at sea, Chris decided to take a nice little dip in the water. Because that seems like a great and not melodramatic idea at all. Nick and later Travis both jumped into the water; Nick to save Chris, and Travis to save Nick. But you know Nick was too busy hanging out in the capsized sailboat with a floater to really appreciate Travis’ terrible dive into the water.
Clearly these people never read World War Z by Max Brooks, because if they did, they wouldn’t be going for a little dip right now. (Note I said READ World War Z, not watched. Yes, it matters).
You Don’t Know Jack
After pretty much waving a giant yacht shaped carrot in front of the mysterious voice of Jack, it comes as no surprise that Jack made the not very vague threat to come find Alicia and the good ship Screwed. Way to go Alicia, way to go.
Till next week
I call this show frustratingly good. It frustrates me, but it’s also good. It’s a complicated relationship. Maybe next week we’ll meet Jack and more things will happen that don’t scare the crap out of me and annoy the hell out of me at the same time. Maybe.
