I think this may be the only means I have to express myself properly. The rage and anger and sadness and hurt and betrayal I feel from watching the most recent episode of Game of Thrones needs to be said. I was warned, but I did not listen. Oh why did I not heed those warnings and go back and wait till next weeks, just skip an episode, it will be fine. I mean how much devastation can happen in one episode? Surely the writers can only incorporate a certain amount of George R. R. Martin’s novels into one episode.
Oh hell no. They went and did. The Rains of Castamere is potentially the worst thing to come into existence since, since, I can’t even think of a good comparison. Death comes with the territory of Game of Thrones. We all knew that when we signed up for the show, we knew we would be watching a testosterone fuelled programme full of sex and bloodshed. We all knew that this would happen; but not in a million years anything along that colossal scale.
It is one thing to kill one of your favourite characters in an episode. It is one thing to kill one character that you vaguely like because of what they stand for. It is an entirely different things to go and butcher them all in one sitting. And I mean sitting, because yes, they were sitting down at a feast. Even the pregnant queen was sitting when they crept up behind her and stabbed her five or six times in the stomach.
Not only was the butchery violent and painful to watch, even for the shows standards. But they really played at our heart strings. Twice in that episode the Starks were almost reunited after all this time. Since the very first episode. Jon Snow was just outside the tower where Bran and Rickon were hiding, and Arya was just outside the building whilst she realised her mother and brother were being slaughtered inside. We all knew it was going to happen. The scene where Arya stood watching her family in the distance as she spoke of her worry that they would slip away again foreshadowed it all. Yet we still carried on watching.
Why? Why do we become attached to things that are clearly no good for us? Game of Thrones used to be a laugh, sit down and play the drinking game, taking a shot every time somebody died. But not now. Those days are long gone. I don’t think they are coming back either…
- The Most Horrible Thing Ever Happened On “Game Of Thrones” (buzzfeed.com)
- Watching the Throne: And You Thought Ned Stark’s Death Was Traumatic (A “Game of Thrones” Recap) (complex.com)
- Game of Thrones: Season 3, Episode 9 “The Rains of Castamere” (tor.com)