Episode nine of a Game Of Thrones season has always been event television. This week set out to top the lot, with an action packed battle in the North; throwing Castle Black into chaos with an onslaught of giants riding woolly mammoths, hails of flaming arrows, ship anchors knocking icy chunks from the mountain wall itself and a two of the most bloodthirsty ginger people I’ve seen since I last survived a night out in Glasgow.
It promised to be epic; a well directed, special effect ridden fantasy movie on the small screen and there is no denying that it was spectacular viewing. It was like watching the Lord Of The Rings movie in television segment; but I am afraid that’s all it was. It was missing what Game Of Thrones so very often gets right – the characterisation and the heart. It’s the small scale, character-driven scenarios which this show nails. A good action sequence is all very entertaining, but an entire episode devoted to a battle didn’t quite work for me.
It could of course be down to the fact that I am openly no fan of the characters or stories going on in the North. Unlike in real life, when I see snow start to fall on Game Of Thrones, my heart sinks. I simply do not buy into Jon Snow as a hero and, while all characters in the series are flawed, I feel Jon lacks any real kind of backbone or sense to be considered as the warrior that he is. He changes his loyalty more often than Cersei sleeps with her siblings and his pained regret as Ygritte was fixed with an arrow drew little sympathy from me. His final decision to go out into the carnage and head to confront the Wildlings alone, leaving his sword behind, was also a ridiculous act, and one that I struggle to find any explanation for. Here’s a man who abandoned the woman he fell in love with, eventually leading to her destructive demise so that he could return to his Brothers at the Night’s Watch, and now he heads out alone, abandoning them at their point of armageddon when they could be attacked at any time, to lead an assault that there is no possible way he could win. Of course, that’s not to say there isn’t a twist in the offing that will help Jon to victory, but Jon doesn’t know that – he hasn’t read the books, after all. Continue reading
Season 4 Episode 6. Warning: This article contains spoilers for screened episodes which some readers may wish to avoid.
Justice (or the sheer lack of it) was a hot topic in the most recent visit to Westeros. While Danaerys was discovering that dealing with the aftermath of her bold actions was harder than anticipated, Tyrion faced the sham of the century in the form of a devastatingly unbalanced trial.
Of course, we knew from the outset that, with Cersei working behind the scenes to avenge the death of King Justin Beiber, there was no way that Tyrion was going to get a fair hearing.
Still, as proceedings commenced, everyone’s favourite whore-mongering dwarf did his aloof best to remain impassive to the injustice. As witness after witness took the stand to condemn him, a knowing but bitter smile remained on his lips as he saw the trial playing out exactly as he thought it was going to. Continue reading
Season 4 Episode 4
WARNING: This blog post contains some spoilers which viewers not up to date with the series may wish to avoid.
What do you need to take over the Iron Throne of Westeros? Well, Littlefinger has a boat and a captive Sansa at the moment and even he is looking like he is going to be sitting on the comfortable array of metal swords before Daenerys.
She has another army of followers, has overthrown another kingdom, her dragons are nice and big now and she maintains her ruthless streak, but she is still not in any rush to get to Kings Landing. This week she was busying herself leading a slavery revolt . It didn’t take much except a few words in the ear of Earl from Waterloo Road before chaos ensued and Daenerys was crucifying the slavekeepers. I mean this entirely literally: this is Game Of Thrones, after all.
She now has herself a nice settlement in which to take a rest from her endless desert walking, slave freeing and, for want of a better phrase, pr!ck teasing, escapades. Continue reading
WARNING: This post contains SPOILERS from recent episodes which some may prefer to avoid. And some may send me hate mail as they haven’t had time to watch it yet and I should have waited.
For an episode containing incestuous rape beside the corpse of the couple’s murdered child inside of a church, a drawn out bisexual orgy, a man getting an arrow through the eye socket whilst talking enthusiastically about the standards of his wife’s potatoes and a competition in the desert over who can urinate at will for the longest, this week’s entry in the Game Of Thrones saga was disappointingly dull.
We picked up exactly where we left off, a refreshingly enjoyable sight of Joffrey’s purpling, bleeding and vomit splattered face drawing us nicely into the setting. Tyrion was promptly thrown back into his own personal cell in the dungeons whilst Sansa boarded a canoe, in the thick fog with a sinister stranger, without too much panic.
She was taken to Littlefinger’s own personal ghost ship somewhere in the middle of the ocean and, in a hugely shock twist, it turned out that he was actually up to no good. Instead of offering payment to the captor, he gave him a bolt in the chest. Continue reading