Game of Thrones is “off the book,” meaning the writers are no longer using the work of author R.R. Martin. The episode this past Sunday shows the decline in creativity, drama, and common sense.
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We now have a sappy love story between Daenerys and Jon Snow. My dog knew that one of her dragons was going to get killed as soon as they took off to fight the White Walkers. Against ridiculous odds, only the generic “extras” (with one exception) died in the ludicrous battle on the ice, where the head honcho of the White Walkers can bring down a dragon with a spear but apparently is too stupid to realize the ice is frozen enough to walk on. And exactly where did this crew get heavy chains to haul a dragon out of the depths? Is there a Wal Mart up there?
Jon Snow sinks in freezing water with 40 pounds of fur, but surfaces somehow, and doesn’t die immediately of hypothermia. He is rescued by a deus ex machina with a huge cigar lighter riding a horse which couldn’t possibly function in that climate. While another guy has run unerringly five miles back to the Wall, Jon is able to ride this horse back.
Then there’s the non-acting of Arya, with her face masks stashed away. She needs to try on a mask of Meryl Streep. Toothpaste has more emotion. But next to Stansa Stark, she looks like Helen Mirren.
Even fantasy has to be consistent and somewhat plausible. As my son (an acting coach) points out, this is now a super hero movie. Where is that filthy, sanctimonious guy The Sparrow, or The Pigeon, or whatever, when you need him? Oh, yeah, he was blown up with half the cast.
I’ll tell you know what happens in the end: Daenerys dies for Jon at some point, Cersei and Jamie kill themselves Romeo and Juliet style, and Tyrion winds up running things with Brienne. .
Alas, we’re watching The Walking Dead Meets Days of Our Lives.
© Alan Weiss 2017