Ten years ago, this country was knuckle-deep in an R-rated zombie movie craze. If I was told back then to choose between a big-budget Brad Pitt zombie film or a hit show about the undead on AMC, I'd immediately dismiss the Shawshank Redemption channel over seeing Johnny Suede shovel the undead on a hundred-million-dollar pile of goreslaw.
And I'd be wrong.
There's more sweet goreslaw in this shot than all of World War Z.
And what's weirder than TV featuring the more grotesque is the fact that it's somehow less glorifying to do so. Growing up with parents who paid very little mind to gory films like Aliens and Terminator, I was always baffled when my father would shake his head at TV shows like America's Funniest Home Videos for glorifying violence. As I got older, the logic finally clicked when watching World War Z and The Lone Ranger gruesomely slaughter hundreds of people without actually showing the bloody consequences in the same indifferent way that AFV slaps goofy music and laugh tracks over dogs getting concussions.
The national hard-on for PG-13 has turned R-rated premises like Die Hard into pre-edited-for-TV movies, John McClane being forced to censor the word "motherfucker" over the sound of him murdering someone with a gun.
And murdering your interest in the franchise.