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Game of Thrones. Season 2, Episode 8: "The Prince of Winterfell"

What do you get when you bring in the show's creators to write this episode?

Like the episode before this, which was also penned by David Benioff and D.B. Weiss, this one is filled with talk and drama. Pfffttt. I don't want that. I want great storytelling, like you guys did in Season 1. Seems like you've gone soft in this episode. At least the previous episode had just a teensy hint of violence. The only sign of violence in this episode was those two guards at the gate that Arya, Gendry, and Hot Pie had to pass through─and the guards were already like that when they got there.

How does Jaqen H'ghar kill? Really?

As all good things come to an end, so too must end the very brief partnership between Stark and Lannister. I'm talking about Arya and Lord Tywin, of course. Well, it's kind of good that it ended. Another day of conversation and Lord Tywin might just discover that he has one of the Stark girls right under his nose all along.

"I'm no pedophile, you sick fool."

Season 2 might have introduced us to so many new characters that we sometimes forget the older characters. You might have forgotten Varys the eunuch, a character so crucial that he creates plot points. Although Varys isn't a lord of noble birth, he is actually one of the best players in the game of thrones. Even during the time of the previous Hands, Jon Arryn and Ned Stark, he was already a formidable player in this game, knowing all the rules and secrets to surviving this bloodbath for the Iron Throne. And Varys isn't all seriousness, either. Some of the funniest quips in the first season came from this eunuch. And in this episode, there's this priceless exchange between Tyrion Lannister, Bronn, and Varys regarding the pronunciation of the name "Archmaester Ch'vyalthan".

Ch'vylatesh... Ch'valteesh... what?

All the way up north, there isn't that much action brewing yet. Though there are more wildlings onscreen now than ever before, we haven't seen them in full force yet. I cannot wait to see the mammoths. And maybe Ygritte naked. Don't laugh, a naked Ygritte could totally happen. I think the contracts of all female actors contain a clause which says, "All female actors are required to have at least one scene with full frontal nudity."

"All female actors are required to have a sex scene with any
of the contenders to the Iron Throne."

Which is why they had to find a reason to get Oona Chaplin butt-naked. HBO wants Ms. Chaplin to be worth every penny of her talent fee. Thank goodness Michelle Fairley has no nude scenes. That would be horrendous.

"Really? You don't want to see me naked?"

And what about our new unlikely pair of Ser Jamie of Casterly Rock and Lady Brienne of Tarth? Are we going to see shocking images of a naked man copulating with a naked WNBA player? Don't worry, you won't see anything like that. The relationship between the Kingslayer and Lady Brienne is strictly platonic.

"I prefer kneeling down, thank you very much. It
doesn't accentuate our height difference."


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