Said to be “inspired” by the George Romero movie of the same name, this series cannot be a continuation of that film; the timeline’s all wrong, as the series is set in the present day, and the zombie apocalypse has only just begun. So it’s not the TV show version of the movie. That’s good, because it for damn sure ain’t Romero. (And yes, I know that sometimes Romero wasn’t even Romero; we acknowledge that every zombie film the master did after LAND OF THE DEAD was hot garbage.) I credit the powers-that-be for *trying* to ape Romero. With plot elements including fracking and open-carry, writers-slash-showrunners Jed Elinoff and Scott Thomas sure try to inject some subtext into the mix. But, well, it ain’t Romero.
Here’s the problem: as zombies have by this point been done to death, pardon the pun, for a new zombie series to stand out it would have to be, for lack of a better word, outstanding. This show isn’t. It isn’t bad. But it’s…generic. Not tongue-in-cheeky enough to function as a proper satire but too silly to have any of the necessary gravitas for a real horror story, it treads the no-man’s-land between the two and manages to excel at neither. It’s entertaining enough that I’ll tune in for the next episode, maybe even the next two. But I’d hoped for more from this one.