Paul Cantor’s assessment of this series was positive, so I decided to start watching it recently. The initial season wasn't particularly impressive; it wasn’t great, though considerably better than what some people claim – that you need to endure the first five seasons before any action occurs. It was something you could sit through. Season two became more engaging. You have to overlook the seemingly endless supply of ammunition and fuel, which seems silly given these are young adults trying to please their parents: I got a college degree, it's Creative Writing. The character interactions were acceptable. Things started improving in season three. Forget about the mission to breed a new species; these are individual characters. They’re working together to overcome significant challenges rather than going off on separate paths. That was enjoyable. Negan felt irritating at times. He was exaggerated, but that worked well because Negan represents authority: cruel, willing to destroy anything that defies his rules, with prisons, re-education programs, and a twisted sense of justice. Everything seemed fine until season eight. In season eight, the group slowly transformed into a nationalistic bureaucracy. People are expected to make sacrifices not for their families, but "for the collective." The heroes become monsters, and they begin to dictate policy: either “civilizing” outsiders or eliminating them entirely, just like Negan did. All of the characters became unpleasant; what started as survival instincts has evolved into planning how to slaughter "them" before "they" harm "us.” It was repulsive. Season eight was disappointing, and season nine was awful. Everyone seemed to have a bit of Negan inside them, ready to extinguish all life. Season ten… I probably shouldn’t have watched it, but you know: essentially house arrest. The show devolved into a standard sitcom with the addition of numerous characters. They are diverse because that's what was desired. The narrative became so uninspired they had to combine multiple storylines. One group is about to discover something, cut; another group does something else, cut; a third group is convinced of something, cut; one team finds the location deserted and prepares for their next action when they hear a noise, cut, back to the second group. And now I’m watching season eleven. Why? I'm not sure. Perhaps just to say that I finished it all. At least this is the last one, otherwise I would have waited for another convenient lockdown. Not only are the uninteresting storylines mashed together, but they go far beyond unlimited ammunition: they enter a tunnel for some action because they aren’t looking for anything in there. There's no one behind them. And ahead, there are bagged bodies. The zombies, after twelve years in bags, are surprisingly functional. Like the sensor in a refrigerator, you have to get close enough for them to start making noise. Then there are zombies on a train, and now it’s full of zombies behind them. Missing characters suddenly appear from another direction where… more zombies? What? Where? Or they raid a military base in an *Mission Impossible*-style sequence. Why? Because. End of explanation. Each time they waste bolts and arrows, but if they use the magical sleep ability, the supply is replenished after eight hours of rest.

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