Brace up, winter is coming!
Sexposition, blood, gore, mutilation and decapitation apart, Game of Thrones is most impressive, expansive, imaginative, explosive and overwhelming television drama that I have seen so far. One runs out of words to describe the magic and the majesty of this medieval fantasy hyperdrama.
I don’t think I can even attempt to review GOT. Such is the scale of its ambition that it dwarfs ordinary men.
Previously I had loved Twin Peaks, Lost, Peaky Blinders and Outlander but GOT with its fire-spitting flying dragons, the petite and conquering dragon queen, the dwarf and the eunuch, the king in the north, the three-eyed raven, the wall and the night king with his army of the dead takes storytelling to a different level.
This is a visual feast for the kings with all the accompanying melodrama and mayhem.
Its towering cities are full of murder, little birds that spy, degeneration and deceit — the games powerful people play and pay with their lives.
Each character, howsoever small and insignificant, is fleshed out and has a backstory.
And then there’s the Iron Throne that draws to itself the rivers of blood.
Can the unsullied be ever redeemed? Will a just world be created? Look at that assassin with no name with a half-formed smirk. How naive can I be!
The series is addictive, to say the least. It’s an opium drip that puts you in a perennial trance and you can’t get enough of it.
It’s substance abuse of the gigantic-cinema kind.
Those 67 hours were made by a time machine manufactured in Westeros. No, Martin, Benioff and Weiss cannot be human! I am currently experiencing withdrawal symptoms and can’t wait for mid April to snort the concluding S8.
Winter is here. So…
Will life ever be the same after the epochal and mind-altering Game of Thrones?
