Oy. It's 2 a.m. and the sleep just isn't happening. What better time to blog about a light (Blood Lite. LOL.) subject like my favorite TV shows?
The Walking Dead (AMC) season finale on Sunday was intense! My first thought was why the group didn't think to fortify the house. Did they really think they were in some sort of magical safe zone? One of Hershel's lines struck me enough to write it down. "Christ promised a resurrection of the dead. I just thought he had something a little different in mind." Food for thought. There are probably some preppers that are really preparing for a zombie apocalypse/Judgement Day (instead of a pole shift, solar storm, or economic collapse). The CDC has warned us, haven't they? I haven't read the Walking Dead comic book series, so I'm on pins and needles to find out what surprises are in store next season with the new character Mishon and the prison setting. After watching the show Sunday night, I dreamt about zombies chasing me. (That hasn't happened since a year and a half ago when I had the nightmare that led to me writing Eaters!)
Being Human on the Syfy channel also had an interesting episode. I was entranced by the black/white cinematography with the purple wardrobe accents during Sally's dream sequence. The hot pink gerber daisies also made it quite special (insert girly sigh). Conversely, who wasn't grossed out by Aidan's reaction to drinking werewolf blood? His appearance afterwards with the blood streaks running down from his eyes was extra nifty.
I am alternately entertained and horrified by the trend in the media with increased violence, gore, and profanity. It makes me wonder how far the envelope can be pushed. Will we eventually return to Nero's days and be watching live shows with lions tearing apart slaves and gladiators? I'm sure I would be too aghast to tune in for that. Maybe. (We're being conditioned to accept higher levels of titillation every season.)