Last week's episode seemed like a turning point for The Walking Dead, as it set its targets not on the usual nihilistic LOOK WHAT MONSTERS HUMANS BECOME WHEN ALL THE LAWS HAVE BEEN TAKEN AWAY angle on its antagonists, but the more subtle and creeping trouble of when people pretend like everything's fine, playing house and continuing their upper-crust existence whilst the world crumbles around them. It wasn't particularly subtle in putting that across, with Daryl literally outside the swanky party being thrown by the Alexandria lot, and Sasha freaking out about everyone treating a missing pasta machine as the most desperate problem in a world where the dead are returning to life and eating people. That angle was lost a little this week, when the drama served less as a wider commentary on the state of things and instead seemed like the sort of suburban satire of Desperate Housewives with its Alexandria-set stories. Somebody broke an owl? There's a drunk doctor? Who cares? Why did they think viewers would?