So Help Me, God, If 'The Walking Dead' Gets Snubbed by the Emmys...
I have a very concrete idea of what I shall do. I shall renounce television. My glove cast off, left behind. A narrow and dark hallway, my single missive on the dusty ground—its thumb and four white silk fingers bent underneath it, the middle finger extended, pointing at those who are in error. J'accuse!
If this show isn't recognized as easily the greatest show on television, I suppose I'll have no choice but to turn my back on perfidious television as a genre and find succor in rededicating myself to my fully explicated list of the 100 greatest rock bassists, my online campaign to have the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences recognize Michael Biehn with a lifetime achievement award, and joining fellow fans in calling for drummer Mike Portnoy to be forced to re-join Dream Theater.
Of course, it won't all be hard labor. Naturally, I will also comfort myself in zombie fandom's hour of maximum need by:
Watching Dawn of the Dead, 28 Days Later, 28 Weeks Later, The Crazies, Shaun of the Dead, Fido, Zombieland, Resident Evil, Resident Evil: Extinction, Resident Evil: Apocalypse, Resident Evil: Degeneration, Land of the Dead, Survival of the Dead, or Dead Snow.Or:
Reading World War Z, Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, The Zombie Survival Guide, The Rising, City of the Dead, Death Hulk, Dead in the West, Plague of the Dead, The Dead, Still Dead, Reign of the Dead, The Book of More Flesh, Risen, Cold Storage, Wet Work, or The Walking.Or:
Playing Dead Nation, Red Dead Redemption: Undead Nightmare, Rock of the Dead, Zombie Panic in Wonderland, Alive 4-Ever, Burn, Zombie Burn!, Call of Duty: World at War: Zombies, Fort Zombie, Plants vs. Zombies, Shellshock 2: Blood Trails, Undead Knights, Zombie Apocalypse, Zombie Driver, The Zombie Island of Dr. Ned, Zombie Tycoon, Zombie Wranglers, Dead Space, Left 4 Dead, Corpse Craft, The Last Guy, Dead Head Fred, Touch the Dead, Dead Rising, Killing Floor, Cold Fear, Infected, Land of the Dead: Road to Fiddler's Green, Land of the Dead, Postal 2: Apocalypse Weekend, Urban Dead, Survival Crisis Z, Siren, or Hunter: The Reckoning.This show must be recognized by the Academy of Television Arts and Sciences. I mean to say, how could you not stop and recognize everything the show brought to the table? The acting, the writing (they fired all their writers: that's how good the source material is; it writes itself), the pacing, the bold takes on classic material, the ensemble feel and, my God, the message?
I have not stopped talking about this show online. My three favorite threads about it have blown up. I mean, there is so much depth here, so many layers—like, "How are they going to get away from the zombies?" and, "What caused the zombies?" and, "Is there a cure for the zombies?" and, "Who do you think deserves to get eaten by the zombies?"—that you literally can't stop thinking about it. Unless you're an Emmy voter.
After all, they did the exact same thing to the only show to bring both 24 and Shawshank to the small screen—a little self-contained masterpiece called Prison Break. I'm not optimistic.