I have a vivid image in my mind of the first image that scared me. A little girl shambling towards the camera. A white nightgown contrasted against blood. At the time I was under ten and was flipping between channels. News, sports, sitcoms and a zombie pacing methodically pacing towards a mother. A mother froze by the realization that her daughter was something more than dead, and that she was not on the menu. At the time, I hadn't begun watching scary movies and was not able to place the film. Years later I stumbled on the remake of Night of the Living Dead (1990). The scene which once froze my little mind was not a cause for cheering. The undead proletariat proved the fallacy of the self-preservation basement logic. A cause for celebration! Transformation! Transubstantiation! But what changed? The obvious answer is that between the 10 years between the two viewings I ingested a whole library of film and philosophy. The sensation changed from what I remember. Terror wa
Welcome to our journey into the guts of The Walking Dead . What kind of journey? A philosophical, psychoanalytical and political kind. What I would like to do over the next couple months is dig through the Walking Dead episode by episode to see what it can teach us. Thank you for following me on this journey. I look forward to reading your comments. Be forewarned: There are spoilers everywhere. Don’t forget to check out my previous post in the Philosophizing TWD series: Philosophizing TWD S3E15 This Sorrowful Life | Who Is Morally Superior - Rick Or Merle? I never liked Andrea. From the start, she represented the senseless do-gooder. The only character positioning herself in the center of needed violence and calling for peace. On the opposite of the spectrum is Milton. The cowardly scientist. Both characters present the same obstacle. Andrea and Milton’s desire to avoid violence results not only in their own demise but escalates the bloodshed between the rival factions.