(Before we start, I know what you’re probably thinking.   “Whoa Dude, first Fear Fest and now Walking dead recaps?   Are you taking over Omega Level?”   Well, no, the Brothers Omega will return with more regular postings when their daily lives are more settled.   And shame on you for suggesting otherwise.   Sometimes Superman and Batman have to put in time on Clarke and Bruce.   The same rings true for Caffeine and Rendar.    I was tasked to write the recaps because of my familiarity with the source material, and my deep knowledge of zombie arts.)  

We start season two with a woefully written   message that serves as a reminder of what happened in the last episode of season one.   We are reminded of the CDC and Dr. Jenner, who I’m surprised they didn’t just name Mac Guffin.   I’m not the goodest writer.   I can however recognize lazy writing.   The last three episodes were rife with it last year.   The first five minutes were harrowing.   Will the bad writing continue?   Did they bad writers stay when Darabont left?   The answer is no, the bad writing will not continue.   I look at the terrible exposition as an example of where the show could have gone but won’t.   Season one may have collapsed like a certain baseball team I follow, but I can hope and dream that season two will swing for the fences again.

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There’s a promo for the third and final season of Eastbound & Down, and while it doesn’t give away anything it makes my genitals heart with anticipation.

Hit the jump to check it out.

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The coda to this week’s episode of Dexter should leave everyone with a resounding “No shit, really Morgan?” It only took the Little Sociopath That Could two and a half years of parenthood to figure out that he would have to don a mask to save his child from the truth? I don’t know why this took so long to register with the typically brilliant slicer, but when the episode ended I was stunned the writers tried to float that proclamation across the narrative like it was a revelation.

Dur-duh-doi! Yeah, that’s what I spit at the screen.

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I didn’t believe that we were ever going to get an Arrested Development movie. For some reason the Good Lords have decided to smile on us, blessing us not only with a movie but with another fucking season of television? Can it be?

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I dug Source Code. I love Duncan Jones. I’m totally not interested in a Source Code television show.

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It’s impressive how out of touch the writers of True Blood are with their own subtexts. Nothing could have solid their obliviousness better than the puke-inducing monologue that Slutty Sookie delivered to her two panting, devolved meat-sac lovers who wanted nothing more than to explode their cock-missiles all over her stratosphere.

A sultry Sookie drabbed in red lingerie stood center frame. She spoke to the two man, flanked on either side both emotionally and physically by the two other lines in their insufferable love triangle. Then somehow within the confines of a wet dream, Sookie clad in nothing but suggestions of cloth decided to launch into some absurd (in the context) feminist diatribe.

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Last night’s episode of True Blood was an obvious homage to Shakespearean notions   of the Forest. A world filled without rules, which character depart into to exercise their darkest desires. Without the constraints of society, in the comforting sanctity of trees and creaks and shit, vampires and faeries can fuck to their heart’s content. Balls-swinging, butt-bumpin’ mossy bark grindin’ fucking.

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With the new season of Always Sunny kicking off in five weeks or so, FX is beginning to ignite the Hype Rocket with trailers for the season. This one featuring Fat Mac is goddamn glorious. I know it’s such a simple conceit, but I can’t get enough of it .

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New images from the filming of the second season of Game of Thrones has revealed statues of the Gods of Westeros. Even if you haven’t read the books and have no idea who the fuck they are (I’m currently in the middle of the second book), they’re still pretty swank.

Hit the jump to check out them.

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When we last left True Blood, Eric was a brainless twink dream, Jason was getting raped by a pack of werepanthers, Sookie was probably doing something, and Bill was sentencing dudes to death in-between knocking boots with that lawyer. Whatever could come next! Let’s find out, shall we?

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