Well, they can't all be winners.
Sunday night's episode of "The Walking Dead" on AMC took a step back from last week's installment, when ten zombies were iced and many more had face time.
This week, we spent about 55 minutes (including commercial breaks) hemming, hawing, pleading, pussyfooting, wavering, flip-flopping and beating around the bush.
Basically, Carl turns into Goofus and sasses his elders, taunts the dead, steals firearms and cheers for executioners. Everyone else spends the whole episode trying to figure out how to solve a problem like Randall.
Then in the last five minutes, Dale saw a zombie Brahman bull, got his guts ripped out by a P90X zombie and then took a bullet in the brain from Daryl. (Dale, Daryl, Dale, Daryl, get it? Yeah, me neither.)
#SPOILER ALERT!
Oh, whoops, sorry. You're supposed to put that before the spoiler!
Anyway, that pretty much gets us up to date on the major plot developments of Sunday night's episode. It reminded me of the midseason finale, when nothing happened until Shane busted that whole dang barn door open and it started a zombie mascot parade massacre.
I guess the season is kind of like a fireworks show. They set off like a dozen fireworks at once and it's like pop-pop-pop-poppity-pop! And everyone is like "Let's go!" and then it all slows down to pop ... pop and everyone lays back down on their picnic blanket and sips their glass of wine and is like, "Isn't this nice?"
Except with the Internet and fans of graphic novels, people aren't very patient, so I bet everyone is going to be upset on Twitter and Lycos with the pace of this episode. I'm OK with it, as long as we get a lot more action next week.