Game of Thrones Season One watch-a-thon: “Lord Snow”
Hoorah! Arya is learning swordfighting! And from Inigo Montoya, no less. Good stuff.
Hoorah! Arya is learning swordfighting! And from Inigo Montoya, no less. Good stuff.
“Everything’s better with some wine in the belly.”
Coma Bran’s got a psychic connection with the dire-wolf pups? Also: Daenerys wants to know more about dragons and sex. Who doesn’t!
If I wondered why HBO had any interest in staging a ten-episode Renaissance Festival, now I know: Game of Thrones is The Sopranos with beheadings. And lots and lots of boobies.
It’s The Diary of Anne Frank, only with sewers. Elegantly presented, chock full of moments of dreadful suspense in a horrible milieu, and buoyed by strikingly naturalistic performances…
Best part: the little tail-wag as its being dragged into the bathroom. The dog knows damn well what it’s doing, and is enjoying it.
Check out the new blog that offers a perspective on the show that isn’t explored enough…
I had this deep thought recently: Sigourney Weaver is the new Gene Hackman.
It’s impossible to imagine anyone in the 1960s instructing us to turn our brains off when we go to the movies. Now, that’s all we hear, because even on the rare occasion when a movie has something significant to say, hardly anyone wants to bother with that aspect…
Below street level, a faux stone knight is preparing for battle at the Royal Academy of Dramatic Arts in Fitzrovia.