Let’s fast forward to five years ago. It was a time where there were no mentions through my channels that a TV show was being developed. It was a time when I picked up the first Walking Dead book “Days Gone By.” It was a beautiful time. Shane only made it to issue six, but I can’t blame his screen incarnation for being well developed. This isn’t about him, though. This is about the feminist power of comic book Andrea and how she was wasted on the show.
She was young, freckled, and used the death of her sister to become the anti-Lori. The anti-Carol. She was the girl, prior to Michonne, that you trusted to follow you in to battle. Sure, it took her a minute to learn how to use a gun. But once she did, you were a goner if you crossed Rick’s gang.
The comics have placed her in an even stronger role as of late. She is still ultimate bad ass while remaining a faithful companion to Rick (albeit a one armed version of himself...just read). With original characters running slim in that universe, it is a big deal that Kirkman has not allowed her character to waver.
The show had her on a similar path at first. I was already skeptical when they cast someone Laurie Holden’s age to play the character. She was serviceable, but something never felt right. Then, they announced they would be following the prison story arch for a 16 episode third season. Michonne vs Governor? Hell yeah.
Instead, we got a weird kinky love story between Andrea and the Governor (who they named Philip? WHY DOES HE HAVE A GOD DAMNED NAME?). Andrea abandons the group and, for the most part, beats Lori in the setting back women fifty years category by sexing the Governor as often as possible. That dude rapes people...
All of this is why so many people are disappointed with Sunday's finale. We got a budget constrained version. The war that had built up all season ended with a crack and a fizz. This left only one story to lean on: Andrea's. It was her time to die. It was her last chance to redeem her character. The writers had her attempt to pick up a pair of pliers with her feet for 45 minutes, repeating the phrase "I just didn't want anyone to have to die." Even T-DAWG got a cool death.
To put things in perspective. This is what we should have been dealing with:
Thomas William Shaw is an author and stage actor from Birmingham, AL. He lives with his wife, Lauren, their children, and their cats in a quiet place. Occasionally he will post about it.