We make the previously unarguable argument that Fear the Walking Dead is currently stronger than its parent show…

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Warning: contains spoilers for The Walking Dead and Fear The Walking Dead season 3.

My partner and I had just finished watching the first part ofFear the Walking Deads third season premiere.

Im done, she said.

Youre on your own with this one.

It was both dull and infuriating.

I felt like quitting, too.

But I couldnt quit.

Not this show… not any show.

Hell, Im a full-blown TV masochist.

The show had already lied to us several times.

How could we not be?

Not quite, as it turns out.

The slow destruction of humanity lasted four episodes.

The trailers for season two looked great.

A boat, you say?

A season of adventures on the high sea, you say?

Pirates, you say???

Good Lord, I was a-quiver.

Except… the boat-trip lasted approximately 0.006 seconds.

The shows eagerness to dynamite ideas before they could be fully developed or realized was quickly becoming its trademark.

Nothing seemed to be working.

None of the other characters on the show were particularly consistent, memorable, or likeable.

Certainly, its first five seasons are a testament to this power.

When Dale died, and Shane, and Hershel, I cared.

Hell, I cried when Hershel died.

We even cared just a little when T-Dog died.

I had to believe thatFear the Walking Deadcould make me care.

My partner may have lost her faith, but I had to keep mine alive.

I pressed play on the third seasons second episode.

I shouted excitedly from the armchair.

They killed Travis, I muttered to myself softly, somewhat self-consciously.

I didnt really care, but I appreciated the surprise.

A response came a few seconds later.

Is Madison still alive?

I mean it was truly becoming…

I didnt want to say it.

I didnt want to jinx it.

I was so confused.

But that was gone.

I couldnt do that anymore.

The show was becoming…

Good.

A show I warned people away from.

Daniel Salazars not dead!

I shouted out one night to deafening silence from above.

Honey, its Daniel!

I implored once more.

Remember we liked him?

The week after that, I felt sorry for my partner.

She was missing out on a mini-renaissance.

Ruben Blades carried it like a boss.

100 made me forget that I was watching a US-produced fantasy-horror show.

This is whatFear the Walking Deadshouldve been from the start: bold, relevant, risky, truly different.

Untethered to any pre-existing template or canon, the show couldve gone anywhere.

I wish it had gone somewhere sooner.

Chronicle the apocalypse in the non-English-speaking world for a change.

Dont you understand, honey?

I just watched a brilliant episode ofFear the Walking Dead!

Its good, the show is actually good!

Not only that, but its starting to get better thanThe Walking…

Could I?

Was I about to say it?

It wasnt all good news.

Also, Nicks bond with the ill-fated Troy was somewhat thinly-sketched and perplexing.

And of course the show will never shy away from stretching the bounds of credibility when it needs to.

But who cares about that?

God bless you, Daniel.

I never thought Id ever say that, not even in jest.

Its pretty apparent thatThe Walking Deadjuggernaut has been visibly spluttering and clunking for a few years now.

By season seven, there were no diamonds.

The first licks of the Negan storyline were unforgivably bungled.

The trash people were rubbish.

Negan himself was a bandy-hipped tap-dancer who failed to convince as a villain.

Thats a bad, sad sign.

I care about you,Fear the Walking Dead.

Dont bother with trailers this time.

Im with you for season four, all the way.

Also, c’mon dont do that Piers Morgan thing.