The Hound chops it with his sword half of the wight’s body crawls and yells, like a chicken Of force Cersei looks scared, which is a truly satisfying delight after Throne Room, knock over some flame vats, maybe drool on the floor map,īut fine.) The wight screeches in its chains, making a big show Scene’s comic potential have been more than met. Out, looking extraordinarily disgusting-balding head, prominentĬhoppers, etc.-and, shrieking like a banshee it races straight at Cersei. His back, much like a one-man lion elevator. The Hound walks up some stairs from the basement with a crate on The dangers of freaky, horrifying armies of the dead is his bread andīutter, and now he has an Exhibit A. This is Jon Snow’s cue: earnestly preaching about Tyrion begins a speech about how they all hate each other but haveīigger fish to fry. Yowls at the assembled, kicking up great clouds of dust. Flap! Screech! Drogon, like a reptilian Spruce Goose, swoops down and Cersei, you should know better than to pitchĪ softball. Unprecedented-the gang’s all here! But the Dragon Queen is noticeablyĪbsent, and Cersei is annoyed by her tardiness. Tyrion, Jon Snow, Euron, Theon, just about everybody. It’s a big, disgruntled gathering of heavyweights: Jaime, Cersei, “You’re even fucking uglier than I am now,” the Hound says. Yes, he’s loyal and steadily employed-but I’m not sure he’s happy. Mountain isn’t a big talker, and he has a gray face and bleary eyes. With none of the whispering emerging from the bucket. Give us something! The Clegane brothers have a whispery staredown, Brienne looksĪt Jaime as he passes Jaime plays it cool, annoying me.
Suggests a neoprene Evil Queen Grimhilde. Buckethead, thumps inĪlongside Cersei she’s wearing a high-collared black tunic that Sandor (the Hound) Clegane mutters darkly as hisīrother, Gregor (the Mountain) Clegane, a.k.a. As our heroes grimly file in, nobody murders each other, but The Dragonpit at King’s Landing, formerly a giant Targaryen-dragon stable, is now in ruins, and might remind us a bit of the RomanĬolosseum. This season is like getting older: suddenly,Įverything happens head-spinningly fast.) You were dead.” “You came pretty close.” Hey, Arya’s alive! Eh? And just Of Tarth, who nearly killed him the last time they saw each other. Tyrion a Lannister soldier and a grunting crate the Hound and Brienne On the approach to the castle, many fond hellos: Pod and Jaime looks uncomfortable, as he has for a few Nuts, kill ’em in this order: silver-haired bitch our brother bastard Inside the castle, Cersei is saying, Look, everybody, if things get Tyrion arrives on a boat with Varys, Davos Seaworth, Theon, Jon Snow, &Ĭompany, and he reminisces about King’s Landing’s high-quality brothels. They always have so much fun on a rampage.
(Cheer up, Jaime: you might have just come up with a new slogan for HBO.) The Dothrakis come swooping in on their horses and with “Maybe it really is all cocks in the end,” Jaime says, looking sad. Responses have you thinking, Hmm, you are right: they’reįoreshadowing. Gold? Jaime says, seeming to be guessing. “You wouldn’t find me fighting in an army if I had noĬock,” Bronn says to Jaime, observing the field of mighty eunuchs. Grey Worm and his cast of thousands are standing outside the gates, We open at King’s Landing, where the big parley is upon Powerful, a snowflake fell on Jaime’s glove, we warged to the wedding ofĪll weddings, love was in the air, and tremendous things were revealed about Jon Snow. Ah, the dragon and the wolf! In last night’s Season 7 “ Game of Thrones” finale, some things left us a bit unsatisfied-what we’d hoped would be aĬleganebowl was more like a Clegane side salad-and some things surpassed