I finally finished watching all there is (so far) of Game of Thrones, that is up to the end of Season 6. I had to laugh at the explosive demise of the High Sparrow and Co. But I will miss Queen Margery.
Also appropriate was Arya’s dispatch of Walder Frey—a final Stark salute.
All of which is sufficiently different from the books, but no matter. As long as I can keep both plots separate in my head I’ll be okay.
Now July needs to hurry up and get here. Although I have a problem. I don’t want to subscribe to HBO but how else to get the episodes? Thru Amazon?
Gwen doesn’t precisely qualify as one of our favored plus-sized models. But she is larger than many women and has been a model. She’s a British actress who is better known these days as Brienne of Tarth, a striking though rather plain knight in the Game of Thrones. And one of the few women in this persistently unclothed epic who doesn’t get naked from the front. She also uses a wooden sword to fight a bear. She grows on you. Or has me.
Okay, okay, I’m five years late to the party. I snubbed this television series back in 2011 as just another sword and sorcery epic unworthy of my time or attention.
I was wrong. I did a marathon watching of the Game of Thrones first season yesterday, streaming all ten of the videos via Amazon. It is gripping. The author of the books (I’m also reading the first one now) well deserves his wealth and his home in Santa Fe.
The best thing about the series, as the fellow who wrote the introduction to the first book puts it, is the way it proves that no one in their right mind would want to live in medieval times. Even the rich then barely lived above the level of our lower middle class. Their faces are always dirty because they never bathe. The usual Hollywood incongruity of all those impeccably straight white teeth looks even more ridiculous. And instead of focusing on the sorcery, the story shows the real evil to be the people of the times. The powerless as well as the powerful.
And as the first season ended, I couldn’t help noticing the resemblance of our jug-eared fool of a president to the petulant boy king of the story, ordering heads chopped and throats cut at whim. Barry is just more sophisticated about it, presumably, cutting throats by destroying the economy and diverting our attention from his failures by pushing the country towards war. At least the television series is leavened by a few genuinely honorable people amidst the devastation. Otherwise it could not be entertaining.