
Unless you weren’t paying attention, I absolutely hated “Z Nation” for myriad reasons. But! I have to tell you, the whole thing is a head-scratcher. It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen and that’s just fine with me. I can’t get over how much I enjoy this show. Two seasons in and hoping to hear good news about a third and I still wait. It’s time to let go.) The pilot for Black Summer starts and I wait for the suckness to begin. (After all, I’ve been making excuses for loving Return Of The Living Dead’s running zombies since 1984. I still think it’s stupid as fuck but I need to get over it. In the recent past, I have begrudgingly come to accept running zombies as a thing that is here to stay.

So, it’s hummus and Fritos and-since this is my second go ‘round with the good folks from “Z Nation” -TWO bottles of O’Doul’s! As my keister hits the chair, I am already in no mood for the shitty dialogue, cartoonish characters or the seventh grade film project look that shows up on every dollar store DVD nowadays. I was aghast when I did a little research and discovered it was a prequel to “Z Nation”!!! I was intrigued when I found out that it was a zombie series.
#LUCY THEINE MANAWA OBITUART SERIES#
Imagine my surprise when, in April of 2019, my Series I’m Watching So Others Don’t Have To! turned out to be a Netflix show called “Black Summer”. So, either I was wrong or, more likely, we don’t have enough barbed wire in this country to meet the demand. That said, “Z Nation” lasted five (!) seasons before somebody at the Network came to their senses. So, plenty of action for no rhyme or reason. “Z Nation” was everything the complainers of “The Walking Dead” wanted little to no character development and lots of zombies that run faster than most Olympic track stars. The pain didn’t last as long and I wasn’t quite as embarrassed afterwards. After that, I decided that, instead of putting myself through that weekly torture, I’d opt for taking off my clothes and rolling around on barbed wire. So, I actually stayed through season two. Always the optimist, I thought the second season might find its way.

I watched the entire first season and attempted to warn as many people off this clunker as humanly possible. The first fifteen minutes looked pretty good (or, at least, as good as one could expect – considering the source) but everything went downhill after that and that SYFY stank started rearing its ugly head. (I had given up drinking, recreational drugs and tobacco in 1989 when I became a Dad and halfway through the episode I was regretting everything except for the Dad part.) “Z Nation” Episode 1 was everything I thought it would be and less. So, on a particularly humid night in September of 2014, (I live in Southern Florida) I sat down to watch the pilot of “Z Nation” with little more than a half a box of stale Fiddle Faddle and a frosty O’Doul’s.
