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Watching the Dead Walk

Walking Dead the zombie-shooting-soap-opera comic book series by Robert Kirkman is making the hop from one serialized medium to another. Though the show is still in it’s earliest stages of development Frank Darabont director of The Green Mile The Shawshank Redemption and the surprisingly-good straight to DVD title The Mist is attached to the show as director though there’s no word on writing staff as-of-yet. Full story over at CBR.

My feelings about this are mixed. On one hand I think that adapting comic books to television makes infinitely more sense than adapting them to films (I still think Watchmen would have been best as a miniseries) and I’m glad to see that AMC has finally gotten the picture so to speak. On the other hand I never really cared for Walking Dead and don’t really have much interest in watching the show as a result. For me the book has always been one of those peculiar cases where plenty of friends and critics who I respect the opinions of will wazz off endlessly over it and yet when I read it all I can see are a bunch of tired horror archetypes shouting some truly wretched dialouge at one another while trying to fight or fuck their way through an endless stream of cliches. I’ve been told the book improves significantly over time and though I still wasn’t much happier with book four than I was with book one at least it didn’t open with someone awakening in a conveniently locked hospital room several weeks after the zombie apocalypse like every other story with zombies in it ever.

Thinking out loud now (or whatever the equivalent of that is in writing): I think maybe I’ll start a series of mini-essays here on this sort of thing. Lauded works of pop culture that for whatever reason I just don’t see the appeal of try as I might. There are a few. Among them: 3:10 to Yuma (the remake) House Frankenstein (the book) and The Witcher (the game). More on this I expect some time in the future.

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