“Love is the death of duty.” “Sometimes duty is the death of love.”
So. After 8 years and 73 episodes, the biggest TV show of the last decade has finally come to a conclusion. It’s fair to say that, even with the last couple of years admittedly reducing and simplifying the show’s multifarious convoluted plotlines, tying up every loose end satisfactorily was always going to be a tall order. Expectations for a series finale have rarely been higher – and harder to meet.
“Men decide where power resides, whether they want to or not.”
Dracarys indeed. Lots of it. If Missandei’s final word was
an instruction, this week saw it obeyed to the letter, and gave Game of Thrones fans the spectacle they’d
always wanted from the final battle for King’s Landing.
“I’m here to free the world from tyrants. That is my destiny. And I will serve it no matter the cost.”
After all the storming excitement of last week’s episode, I
think Game of Thrones showrunners
Benioff and Weiss thought we needed a bit of a breather before moving on to the
remaining battles for Westeros. So this week we got The Last of the Starks, a satisfying but curiously schizoid episode
which came across as nothing so much as two individual eps glued together.
“The Night King is coming.” “The dead are already here.”
Been waiting for a battle? Well, this week’s Game of Thrones should have satisfied, delivering the show’s longest ever ep, and it was pretty much all battle, all the time, from beginning to end. Exciting though that sounds, it does run the risk of being pretty one note; even carnage gets dull after an hour or so.
“Do you want me to apologise? I won’t. We were at war. Everything I did, I did for my house and my family. I’d do it all again.”
If you’re chafing for the first of this last season’s Big Battles, you may well have been disappointed this week. For the second week in a row, we were stuck at Winterfell as yet more characters came together in readiness for the Impending Doom of the White Walkers attack.
“We don’t have time for all this. The Night King has your dragon. He’s one of them now.. The Wall has fallen. The dead move south.”
So, I’ve been quiet on the blog of late, I know. The CELTA course was so intensive that I spent all my time writing lessons and assignments, teaching and planning. As I’ve moved into the real world of doing this for money, I’m still spending all my creativity putting lessons together, rather than writing here.
But more about my life in Barcelona will follow! For now, though, Game of Thrones is back for its very last season. I’ve been blogging every episode since season two, so teaching work aside, I’m going to see it through to the end 🙂
It’s a civilised start for the first day of my CELTA course –
it begins at 11am. Plenty of time for a bit of a lie in and a leisurely stroll
to Oxford House TEFL language school. It’s easy to find; a couple of minutes
walk to the next left turn off Carrer de la Marina, then just a long schlep
down Carrer de la Disputacio. All told, it takes about twenty minutes. I don’t
think I’ll be bothering with the Metro for this journey at all.