My initial take on Game Of Thrones was cautiously positive. With Monday night’s episode all my reservations are oficially suspended. We saw Peter Grant out of Led Zeppelin lose a joust and behead Shergar, we saw Peter Dinklage shield the bejaysus out of some random miscreant, and best of all we saw one of 2011’s most spellbinding bits of dialogue writing.
Good King Tesco and his wife who’s probably called Queen Ocado or something, had a rare moment alone together. The discussed the dynastic and passionless nature of their union in a scene that would do justice to any TV drama of the last 30 years.
Oh, and we saw a kickass giant dragon skull.
And there was some sex of course.
And there was some sex of course.
AND a massive fight.
I was watching G.O.T as a replacement for the state-of-the-art ‘sword and saucyness’ I was missing now that Spartacus is off the air.
It’s a lot more than that. If you hadn’t been watching the show because it looked like nerdstuff, you’re missing out.
Blue Bloods though? In all good faith I was recording a stack of those expecting at least an attempt to capture the thoughtful approach of The Wire or The Sopranos. It isn’t. It’s likeable simplistic tosh along the lines of The Good Wife. It’s too neat to be good.
Still.
What are you gonna do? Shows as good as Game Of Thrones aren’t on every day.
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