There's a storyline that takes shape and looks even vaguely interesting: It would be great news were it not that the season is literally on its last legs, but rather than seeing other existential crisis of April I'll settle for this.
This week's review comes a little’ later than usual, in part I can blame it on the deck of the 25 April, but it's partly the fault of the umpteenth episode that we could easily forget.
With great difficulty we arrived at the final of this eighth season of The Walking Dead, a final round which the hype was not great either, that partly has not complied with the high expectations, but overall it could have been much worse.
I tried to watch the episode just because I write the review, but my good will was not at all rewarded.
While avoiding spoilers like a minefield, Sunday night – direct cause of Wrestlemania – I glimpsed on social commentary to the episode of The Walking Dead during the American airing. Enthusiastic. On the one hand I thought that as usual they put the turbo before the finale, on the other, I decided to take it with a grain of salt. In hindsight, and despite positive ratings are not missed, I was right to not flatter myself.
Restoring neuronal functions of April it definitely helps to maintain the quality of the episode at the level of sufficiency but, other than that, hard to find something interesting to say.
Directly or indirectly, in this episode all face grief, near or far it's over time. An episode traveling slow, Maybe the pace will not ever take, but in the last 20 minutes we awaken from ropes torpor and touches from initial annoyance.
Slow improvements in this episode, and given the overall situation could also be a fluke; or, missing very little now to the final, the authors are really trying to start the storyline in the right direction.