Finally my home turf truly has respect.
I used to be so jealous of L.A., New York, San Fran, and Chicago because everything happened there. Everything. They got all the good stuff. And who could blame the film industry for that? The Cloverfield monster volleying the head of the Statue of Liberty into the middle of NYC like a tennis ball is pretty doggone unforgettable. The Golden Gate Bridge falling into San Francisco Bay is, too. Not to mention all the iconic buildings in Los Angeles sliding into sinkholes or being shredded by F5 tornadoes.
Las Vegas, London, Sydney, and Tokyo have been destroyed on the Big and Small Screen on the regular as well. But Atlanta, despite being the Little Apple, the national/international travel hub of the South, and a music capitol that boasts an amazing skyline, couldn't PAY someone to really destroy it well.
"Why aren't we good enough?" I lamented and wept for months and Sundays. We were chopped liver. Red-headed stepchildren. I couldn't understand why no one would take us out.
Then along came The Walking Dead TV series. *insert Handel's Messiah Hallelujah Chorus here*
Tonight is the mid-season premiere of Season 3, with the series going stronger than ever (word has come down the pike that it has been renewed for a Season 4). Honestly, I couldn't have trashed Atlanta and our 'burbs better (and I trash pretty good). The writing is terrific, and the plot lines and twists are edge-of-your-seat. Watching the CDC blown higher than the sky was a treat. Watching the zombies running ramshod -- schlepping ramshod? -- downtown and outside of the city (even Fairburn Road, the Atlanta Federal Penitentiary, and beyond) has been hella-fun. And did I mention that we have the best zombies this side of Zombieland? We do! These mofos are quick and hawng-gry. LOL!
No punches are pulled with the special effects, so you must have a strong constitution to watch the show. The dining on raw delicacies and dispatching of the "walkers" is ferocious. But I dare say that if you enjoyed the comic book series and stories of that ilk, you should enjoy this.
This Atlanta suburbanite feels so much love. Thank you, AMC. (Every so often, I am compelled to look out a window to make sure no one moldy and dusty-looking is schlepping in our yard... hey, you never know.)
Rick, you'd better take that Gov'na down. He has lost his way and needs to be put OUT OF HIS MISERY.
The Danakil Depression, in Ethiopia. Also the HOTTEST and cruelest place on Earth. Volcanoes, salt lakes, hot springs, 330 feet below sea level. Completely inhospitable. The Afar people of the region call these their lowlands.
You know there's got to be a good story in there. What kinds of characters could comfortably exist and thrive in such a place? What mischief could they get up to? What could they possibly be afraid of? Hmmm!