WARNING! The following reviewing contains many fairly large spoilers. Please, DO NOT READ IF YOU DON’T WANT TO KNOW!
It’s not often that you see a look of utter betrayal. I saw that look three times before breakfast this morning. Once on Jorah Mormont’s face when he realized Daenerys cared more about Daario than him, once more on Catelyn Stark’s face as she discovered the chainmail onesie on Roose Bolton, and then once more staring back from the mirror as I looked up after the screen silently faded to black.
I knew the Red Wedding was coming, I knew all this would happen, but I still wasn’t prepared. How am I expected to go on with my life now? How can I keep going with this emotional trauma weighing me down? And did they really have to kill another direwolf? That was just the icing on the cake of cruelty that the good people at HBO have shoved down our collective throats.
But then, at least, I did smile once during this new episode.
Remember when Hodor (of House Hodor, first of his Hodor) was freaking out about the thunder and right before Bran warg’d him into a nice deep coma? Not sure if everyone else twigged this but Bran says, and I shit you not, “Hush Hodor, no more Hodoring.” How in seven hells does a child actor keep a straight face while saying that? I mean they verbed him. Comedy gold. Not to mention Walder Frey’s crass (but rather smirk-inducing) monologue relating to the lovely Lady (Queen?) Talisa (Quoteworthy). That said, Continue reading