
Many find it amazing that the best dramatic show on television is one featuring zombies. Yeah, you read that right: zombies.
And not the Black Friday, camp out the night before, debt to the grave, consumer sort. We’re talking about the good, old-fashioned, flesh eating fair. The iconic supernatural trope, which grew with great fanfare following the 1968 release of Night of the Living Dead, has been retold countless times, incorporated in volumes of literature and has been re-imagined repeatedly, often with far more originality than Charlies Angels or La Femme Nikita.
Still, there seem to be as many non-fans as their are fanatics of this supernatural flavor. Movie and TV lovers fall somewhere in between two extremes: the puritanical lot who find zombie tales akin to glamorized devil worshipping or the equally bizarre horror geek, cheerfully eating popcorn admist onscreen dismemberment.
Fair criticism of any undead flick is that the very concept is an excercise in proposterousness. Not only does it involve the notion that dead folk can reanimate into lifeless, rotten pyschopaths but also that, if and when this does occur, said dead folk are overcome with a nasty craving for human flesh. Cheesy filmakers and squeamish audiences agree that many zombie films are a ruse of plot, dialogue and overpaid actors, biding time until you get to the point: gory special effects.
Though when it comes to the AMC’s zombie-fest, The Walking Dead, none of the above holds true. It’s exceptional in a way that far exceeds the “for a zombie story” qualifier.
Though it stays true to classical Romero lore, it happens to be entertaining without any rotten, dirty undead types whatsoever. In fact, “walkers” theatrics are so inconsequential to this series, you can cut every zombie, from every episode, and still remain riveted by the drama.

Early on I agreed that The Walking Dead was special in plenty of cool, movie trivia ways: its based on a comic book, its the first episodic television series featuring zombie-trope, yadda, yadda. But the reason fans of the show can hardly wait for a new episode is due to a dirty little secret. Its a knowing makes them snicker when others dismiss this kind of storytelling out of supernatural prejudice.
The secret is that The Walking Dead is probably the greatest show airing on American television, period. At the very least, a strong contender for anyone giving kudos in this arena, (Emmy predictions, anyone?). But more importantly, The Walking Dead is the kind of show that bridges the divide between who love realistic dramatic series and those who can’t get enough of zombies.
As an author and storyteller, I crave all forms of narrative but for better or worse, I’m never too far absorbed by the entertainment that I don’t have a careful eye on technique and this show brims with envious quality.
Actors deliver immense performances, enveloping viewers in rare form that makes you forget this is fiction. You watch with a familiar sense that people actually behave this way and are just lucky enough to have a god’s eye view.
The writing is the proverbial diamond in the TV rough, with dialogue so tight and focused, every line resonates with meaning, sprinkled with truisms beyond the scope of an AMC show. You end up hating the way some characters talk or behave. Others become your favorite and you can’t wait to see what they’ll do next.

The cinematography enhances it all. Each shot tells a story all on its own and I can tell the show is heavily storyboarded. No lazy, cheap camera work here. It makes me want to go and read the original comics to see how much was borrowed. Even better, let’s see the film shots converted back into graphic novel form.