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Television review: AMC's 'The Walking Dead' and IFC's 'Dead Set'

The two series share the standard zombie apocalypse plotline and a graphic grisliness but are quite different in ambition, message and execution.

October 29, 2010|By Mary McNamara, Los Angeles Times Television Critic

Zombies are back in a big way this Halloween, with "The Walking Dead" premiering on AMC and the British miniseries "Dead Set" on IFC. Frankly, it's not a moment too soon. We've all but ruined all the other good monsters, turning perfectly decent vampires and werewolves into sad-eyed pin-up boys (and girls), reducing the dimensions of evil and corruption they once represented to eternal adolescent angst.

But zombies, well, there's not much you can do to a zombie. You can fiddle with their land speeds and their raison d'être (Worldwide pandemic? Overbooking in hell?) but there ain't no way you're going to make a zombie sexy. Not even the mopey, seasonal-disorder-plagued Bella could fall for a guy whose jawbone is hanging by a decayed thread.

Which doesn't mean zombies aren't complicated. While vampire mythology revolves around sex, and werewolves embody the animal in every man, zombies are more sociopolitical. Originally, zombies were created by voodoo to work the Haitian fields — the ultimate proletariat. They shook off their chains in the 1950s through "Tales From the Crypt" comic books and the novel "I Am Legend," but it wasn't until 1968 that they found their true leader. In "Night of the Living Dead" George Romero turned corpses into the ultimate power-consumers, and created the Rosetta stone of the genre.

"The Walking Dead" and "Dead Set" share the standard zombie apocalypse plotline and a slavering, saturated, graphically detailed grisliness (fake blood and disembowelment technology have certainly improved since "Night of the Living Dead," or even "Braveheart") but are quite different in ambition, message and execution. "Dead Set," which aired in Britain last year as a five-part, 21/2-hour series, is a smaller and more pointed social commentary. As news reports of zombies fill the air, the crew of "Big Brother" remains oblivious and soon Charlie Brooker's tale turns the reality show's conceit inside out — the house is now one of the few safe places in the world and the ever-shrinking few must work together to survive.

Though not as broad a satire as the marvelous 2004 film "Shaun of the Dead," "Dead Set" imagines how ordinary people might actually act in a zombie-intense situation while brilliantly sending up the mindless nature of "Big Brother." When the stricken go zombie, their eyes resemble the show's logo and in one particularly harrowing scene, a literal evisceration is accompanied by a metaphorical one — Brooker is no fan of reality TV.

Based on the popular graphic novel, "The Walking Dead" is much more ambitious in both scope and tone. (For the record, it also had the most impressive display at this year's Comic-Con.) Writer and director Frank Darabont (" The Shawshank Redemption," "The Green Mile") seamlessly stitches together grand American traditions including the western, the separated-family drama and, of course, the post-apocalypse tale, creating the first zombie epic, with sprawling storylines, archetypal characters and imagery to rival "Gone With the Wind."

Our hero is Southern sheriff Rick Grimes (Andrew Lincoln) who, after a mood-setting opener, we meet as he is engaged in a manly discussion of relationships with his partner Shane ( Jon Bernthal). Soon they are part of a shoot-out leaving Grimes wounded. As with the zombie-hybrid "28 Days Later," it is a coma that saves him — Grimes awakens to an empty, shattered hospital and a world gone mad. Making his way home through a maze of corpses and zombies, he finds his wife and son gone. Father and son survivors take him in, explaining the nature of "the walkers" — hewing to good zombie tradition, they don't move very fast but are dangerous in packs; they can only be killed by destroying their brains.

On the topic of why and when, they are maddeningly elliptical and Grimes is less than curious. But when he learns of an emergency center in Atlanta, he decides that is where his family is and he's off, after stocking up on weaponry and finding himself a horse.

You can't help but feel that the image of the lawman on horseback clip-clopping along an empty freeway toward a city overrun by zombies jumpstarted this whole project — it is a terrific scene, the still silence much more terrifying than any entrail chewing could ever be. Darabont understands that in horror, pacing is everything, and in the first two episodes he uses nature wonderfully — green fields and sylvan parks belie the chaos that is currently humanity, while empty streets and images of debris remind us of the futility of possessions.

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