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Hello. Please note that spoilers abound and that I'm currently a huge hyperventilating snotty heap.
SPOILER SPACE for the first four episodes of season two:
Yes
Yes
Peter
Dinklage's
Tyrion
Is
Still
My
Darling
But
I'm
Pretty
Sure
He's
Still
Going
To
Fuck
A
Child
In
The
Finale
*
This just in: I got to season two, episode four of Game of Thrones, and it was the scene with the giggly, good sport whores sent as a gift to appease/exhaust/sate that rabid little dog Joffrey.
And of course, he's not a real boy, he's absolute inbred evil, so instead of having him toss it off with two pretty naked girls, he has one beat the other with increasing savagery under pain of her own death, with the added threat of a loaded crossbow bent at the two of them.
I'm not sure what happens next, or if the first initially cheerful little harlot even survives the exchange, and I'll never know, because I burst into tears and could not stop bellowing for about twenty minutes.
What. The. Fuck. Is this thing even about? Is it about teaching you to distrust every living soul? To train yourself to dislike everyone, because the moment you enjoy anyone's company they instantly die? (See case in point Friendly Exposition Guys, the hapless soldiers on Team Lannister, who are slaughtered minutes later - the one you especially like is holding his own intestines - by Robb Stark's men.) I'm pretty sure it's about misogyny, and how a dad should marry all his daughters and murder his inbred infant sons?
In the Pro Column we have breathtaking scenery and enough lavish cinematography to kill a goat. In the Con column we have an echo of the actual world: it spends all its time making women what they want them to be (pretty, passive, obedient slaves) and then punishing them for it (everyone hates poor Sansa for initially being a thirteen year old girl with a crush on a pretty boy she's told she's going to marry whether she likes it or not anyway, and who is rather good at clothes and being pretty, and is now stuck with him even though she's a hostage and has had to endure every instance of his madness with front row seats) - please see the Tiger Beatdown article here. The whores are being punished to upset Tyrion, and for doing the job they were hired to do, and none of the war, none of the conscription, none of the conniving work being done will bring any of the dead back and since everyone's decided to be king of whatever corner they happen to be holding, it's all civil war all the time and it's POINTLESS BULLSHIT and I hate it so much, you have no fucking idea.
So.
Seriously.
I don't see the point of it, and it makes me think of Nahum and Slings and Arrows:
Nahum: I do not like that play. It teaches us nothing.
Geoffrey Tennant: It teaches us about evil.
Nahum: No! It shows us evil. It's a portrait of a psychopath. Where I come from in Nigeria, it is a familiar sight. I've had my fill of psychopaths.
And so have I.
SPOILER SPACE for the first four episodes of season two:
Yes
Yes
Peter
Dinklage's
Tyrion
Is
Still
My
Darling
But
I'm
Pretty
Sure
He's
Still
Going
To
Fuck
A
Child
In
The
Finale
*
This just in: I got to season two, episode four of Game of Thrones, and it was the scene with the giggly, good sport whores sent as a gift to appease/exhaust/sate that rabid little dog Joffrey.
And of course, he's not a real boy, he's absolute inbred evil, so instead of having him toss it off with two pretty naked girls, he has one beat the other with increasing savagery under pain of her own death, with the added threat of a loaded crossbow bent at the two of them.
I'm not sure what happens next, or if the first initially cheerful little harlot even survives the exchange, and I'll never know, because I burst into tears and could not stop bellowing for about twenty minutes.
What. The. Fuck. Is this thing even about? Is it about teaching you to distrust every living soul? To train yourself to dislike everyone, because the moment you enjoy anyone's company they instantly die? (See case in point Friendly Exposition Guys, the hapless soldiers on Team Lannister, who are slaughtered minutes later - the one you especially like is holding his own intestines - by Robb Stark's men.) I'm pretty sure it's about misogyny, and how a dad should marry all his daughters and murder his inbred infant sons?
In the Pro Column we have breathtaking scenery and enough lavish cinematography to kill a goat. In the Con column we have an echo of the actual world: it spends all its time making women what they want them to be (pretty, passive, obedient slaves) and then punishing them for it (everyone hates poor Sansa for initially being a thirteen year old girl with a crush on a pretty boy she's told she's going to marry whether she likes it or not anyway, and who is rather good at clothes and being pretty, and is now stuck with him even though she's a hostage and has had to endure every instance of his madness with front row seats) - please see the Tiger Beatdown article here. The whores are being punished to upset Tyrion, and for doing the job they were hired to do, and none of the war, none of the conscription, none of the conniving work being done will bring any of the dead back and since everyone's decided to be king of whatever corner they happen to be holding, it's all civil war all the time and it's POINTLESS BULLSHIT and I hate it so much, you have no fucking idea.
So.
Seriously.
I don't see the point of it, and it makes me think of Nahum and Slings and Arrows:
Nahum: I do not like that play. It teaches us nothing.
Geoffrey Tennant: It teaches us about evil.
Nahum: No! It shows us evil. It's a portrait of a psychopath. Where I come from in Nigeria, it is a familiar sight. I've had my fill of psychopaths.
And so have I.
