The Rebirth of Jon Snow
I realize I haven't written in quite some time.
Mostly because I don't have time.
And I don't have anything to say.
I complain a lot, but who wants to read that?
Everybody has something to complain about.
Especially about Game of Thrones.
I hate that show!
I watch it because I want to know what's going to happen to the Stark children- but as far as considering it any sort of high art- I find it beneath me.
I can almost read the scripts.
Can tell what's a 'time filler.'
Roll my eyes at the parts I'm supposed to cry at.
(Sappy music is the clue.)
This is the result of so many years in theatre, play production, creative writing, acting and drama classes that my big sister insisted on my taking since I was in third grade.
So I'd know how to make a speech if I had to.
And it's killed the illusion of every performance for me since.
Now, getting back to Game of Thrones.
I find it aggravating.
Tits and twats and penises....ugh.
And if I did happen to like a character- they're killed off immediately.
Take the Blackfish, for example- keep in mind I tried to read the books but gave up. My kids filled me in on the story- they read it- kids are supposed to read!
I liked him because he was elusive.
Then, he decided to just give in.
And he died without us getting a chance to really say Goodbye.
Off camera.
Cheap.
Great.
All I could think was- "So I guess Davos is gonna out with a dull thud, too."
And all the battle scenes?
Some were never played out- cheap.
Others were a big production about nothing- boring.
But last night's ep changed all that for me.
Not one second did I think- "They're filling up the time slot with nothing and wasting my time!"
Not once did I feel I could read the script and stage directions.
I was on the edge of my seat from the start.
It was the most glorious battle scene ever!
The build-up alone make me shake.
I'm STILL shaking!
The different colored legs showing layers and layers of battle horses was so beautiful- I started crying.
I cry now just thinking of it.
No one knew how this was going to turn out- the writer hadn't finished the books.
I couldn't ask the kids what was going to happen.
It was almost too much for me to take!
The scene were Jon Snow is trampled- I know that feeling.
Back in the day when all my relatives would gather for birthdays and anniversaries and such- my cousins and I were all playing football in the backyard once.
I caught the ball and every one of my male cousins- ranging in age from 6-20 dog-piled on me.
All of them.
I felt my lungs collapse.
I felt my ribs about to cave in.
I struggled- I was only 7- to breathe!
So many bodies mounting and piling on top of me- at least 20.
But I made my way out.
As did Jon Snow.
For him- a rebirth.
Up until that battle he had seemed to act like- remember that episode of Star Trek where Kirk is split in two people- one aggressive, the other passive?- you know which one I'm talking about.
Snow was like the meek one.
Oh, true- he was brought back to life after he died in the last season, but life seemed to be missing from him.
Until he came out of last night's horde and ran up the hill to beat the Holy living mother-truckin crap out of Ramsey Snow-Bolton!
And with that- Ramsey ended with the best come-upance ever.
Better than Geoffrey getting poisoned.
Even the scenes with 'Miss Pretty' flying around on her dragons- which used to make me laugh and think-"Look at me! I'm the luckiest girl in the world!"- were absolutely stunning and beautiful!
Like watching a weird film about war attack formations of dragons.
It was a shame that the youngest Stark had to die.
I guess they're all going to die in the end.
Shame.
But if Miguel Sopachnik is directing- I know it will be an epic end for each and every one of them.
Allowing for dignity and respect and what each character deserves.
All one can ask for is a beautiful death.
In the end- all men must die.
Thank you to Mr. Sopachnik for the heartpounding ep.
I can't wait for the finale.
I love that show.