What is dead may never die! Also! What is a profitable franchise may never die! Game of Thrones, for instance! Running eight seasons! At least!
You have to love George R.R. Martin, and his dripping diaper. Dude seems to be crapping his pants over the fact that Game of Thrones is catching up to his series. Instead of actually, you know, writing the next novels he seems to be coming up with a litany of ideas to cover his ass in case (NAY, WHEN) the television show burns through his material. His latest proposition? A movie.
My abandonment at the hands of a concluded True Detective is vicious. Stumbling, snot-nosed, crying through the aisles of 7-Eleven. My slurpee-vomit caked t-shirt displaying Rust’s face. My finger paint execution of said likeness, flawless. Thankfully though, there shall be a Throne soon arriving to quell this hysteria.
Join me in watching a new trailer for the show’s fourth season! Plus! Details about the show’s long term details!
Don’t let the jolly belly and the beard fool you. George R.R. Martin is one cold blooded motherfucker. Here is every single death from his A Song of Ice and Fire (it isn’t Game of Thrones, you illiterate swine!) tabbed. Two-hundred and eighty-four fallen souls. Shout out to I Heart Chaos for the find.
Completely impractical for television but none the less gorgeous, George R. R. Martin has revealed what the Iron Throne looks like in his sludgy dome piece. Impression? It’s fucking stunning.
Woah. Amazon launching volleys like a mofuckah. They’re getting into the comic book game, and barreling in with adaptations from George R.R.R.R. Murderer and Neal Stephenson. Funky fresh shit, right here.
Game of Thrones has itself an end date. Some Producer Person from the show has proclaimed that the pop culture favorite about pieces of shit being pieces of shit over an ass-chaffing chair will run no longer than seven seasons.
It’s getting tougher to piece these recaps together in recent weeks on account of a school schedule that’s getting busier than ever; but it’s a labor of love, and a true pleasure to get to reflect on some of the most memorable television being made. Apologies to the OL community for the tardiness! Hopefully, this look back on ‘The Climb’ will whet your appetite for the next Thrones ep we’ll have coming this Sunday.
The episode this week was a strange mishmash of plodding and excellence. Let’s start with the rotten side of the apple.
Welcome back to one of the most exciting and visually-astounding shows on television. The third season of Game of Thrones, based (mostly) on Martin’s third novel in the Song of Ice and Fire fantasy series, A Storm of Swords, began last night on HBO.
The cinematographers on the show have a lot of fun with framing, shot direction and imagery; why shouldn’t we as well? The film student in me from a decade ago still likes to assert itself, and Thrones is a show worth recapping through its powerful imagery. There are enough recaps on the net doing blow-by-blows, so hopefully, we can dig a little deeper here and tackle things from a different angle.
Let’s do it.
This is the image Season 2 left us with last year; a horde of White Walkers and wights marching on the Wall.
The third book in Martin’s fantasy saga, A Storm of Swords, opens with this scene. It was moved to the end of the second season of Game of Thrones to up the cliffhanger quotient for a finale, and that was probably a very smart decision judging by its reception.
Before Season 3 kicks off this Sunday on HBO, let me remind us all where we left off, and guide us back with some potent imagery from “Valar Morghulis”.