I watched The Walking Dead very shortly after it appeared on Netflix the first time, and I developed a real interest in the series. The finale of Season one piqued my curiosity, and I had some hopes that a bigger mystery surrounding the cause of the outbreak would develop or at least we’d discover whatever it was what’s-his-name whispered into Rick’s ear.
When I finally realized the show isn’t about that, and never will be, I gave up.
What The Walking Dead is about is the constant struggle of survival. Nothing more, nothing less.
There’s insight into the human psyche to be had, if that’s one’s interest, and there’s gore aplenty.
I’m not a fan of the gore, but the human relationships were fascinating. The action and adventure aspects, when played out, was entertaining. But I had bigger questions, and the implicit promise, with the trip to the CDC and the passing on of some whispered secret, was that I might get answers.
Then there was just more killing.
That wasn’t enough to sustain my interest.
So, yeah. I finally bailed. I haven’t watched any episodes of season 3 and it’s unlikely I ever will.