The pace of season 2 is just as slow as the first. There's still the same amount of talking and extended scenery shots. There are scenes three minutes long of zombies walking...just walking.
Just as in season 1, there are many times when you wonder "Why don't they do this?" or "Why aren't they doing that?" and "Why the damn hell did they not have multiple rendezvous points?" They all have miraculously good aim for average citizens and yet for every other instance they are stupendously ill prepared. And why oh why haven't they learned to watch their children?!?!?
All the women still look to the men to make the decisions. The one semi-strong female character, Andrea, develops into a more independent person as the season progresses but not only did she get there almost directly because of the men but is rescued by men...again. This show must be written by a group of lackluster men who seek a vicarious release of control that they are otherwise lacking in real life; because this type of groveling toward them is so outrageously fiction. It's like the show was based on a comic book series aimed at adolescent young boys. Oh wait.
There's an incredible amount of religious references and symbology throughout both seasons. The Walking Dead is not a simple gory and grotesque zombie show. It surprisingly has a lot of room for philosophical reflection. It's full of avenues for analyses for the not so brain dead folk.
The group's chemistry is growing and the characters stick to you like gorilla glue. Just when you think there's any resemblance of stability, there's the finale. The Walking Dead does an irritatingly good job at keeping your curiosity hooked. Maybe it's the adolescent young boy within me, because I can't help but want to watch season 3. SIGH.
Note:
-There was a disconnect between episode 9 and 10. I literally had to check back to make sure I didn't skip an episode.
On a scale of 1-10, The Walking Dead: Season 2 is 7.5
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