It would be wrong of me, not to establish my adoration for Game of Thrones early in the blog making process. I love Game of Thrones.

As a former student of film, emphasis on the former, I find it difficult to watch television and/or movies and not analyse them as I go along. I’m one of those assholes. You know, the *spots a continuity error and proceeds to tell you all about it and how it could have been avoided* kind of asshole. Game of Thrones however is a completely different story…

Spoilers ahead.

The beauty of the show lies with the creator’s ability to cinematically bring to life the elaborate and tortuous world George R.R. Martin fabricated. We navigate, vicariously through the eyes of our favourite characters (the ones left anyway) and they, in addition to the extraordinary world, provide us with a fresh and intricate case of escapismitis. That’s a thing, right? But, it’s the unpredictability of Game of Thrones that keeps people tuned in each week. Delving in further, you realise the dividing line between good and evil is completely blurred and it’s the complexity of these characters that make us love them so… Love. Well… That ended badly.

When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die.

– Cersi Lannister

Take the honourable Ned Stark, the warm-hearted Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North. He was a noble, intelligent, compassionate family man and people gravitated toward him because of that. And then… He was executed. With his own blade. At the hands of the ‘vicious idiot boy king’ Joffrey Baratheon. Or is it Lannister?

Needless to say, Game of Thrones is an incredible programme brimming with compelling characters (only a few of which indulge themselves in incest), epic battles and those beautiful moments of compassion and happiness you can cherish before it is inevitably torn away from you in the single most diabolical way possible.

Martin, you fiend. Never change!

WARNING: Though a thoroughly enjoyable watch, Game of Thrones will cut you deeper than Valerian steel ever could.

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