Chris Schulz says:
I love zombies - but I hate The Walking Dead. Liking this TV show is akin to being in a bad relationship: you don't know why, but you keep going back for more no matter how badly you're treated.
Don't get me wrong - every time a zombie stomach is sliced open and guts spill to the pavement, I squeal with delight. Every time Michonne lops off a head, I heart her just a little bit more. And I'm fascinated by Rick's growing morality crisis - and his beard. You have to agree, his greying face fuzz rules.
There have been some great set-pieces in the show's fifth season: Daryl poking his fingers into a zombie's eye sockets, ripping its head off and using it as a bowling ball springs to mind, as does the scout zombies stuck inside sleeping bags like giant, malnourished slugs. In Monday's mid-season finale, I grinned with glee as Michonne took on a pack of hungry church zombies with relish, removing two heads at a time. She's amazing.