Game of Thrones S02 E07: “A Man Without Honor”
Oh, make it stop: I’m feeling sorry for Lannisters! Also too: Sex!
Oh, make it stop: I’m feeling sorry for Lannisters! Also too: Sex!
I’d like to think that that opening line about having an adventure once a week is a swipe at the long waits between series we’ve had to endure…
What would you hate-watch if you did? Is this a harmless extension of the guilty-pleasure, or is something else going on? Was hate-watching inevitable with the amount of godawful crap that fills the cablewaves?
Treachery! Murder! Dragon*spoiler*! Joffreyslapping!
Fire fire fire! So much we learn! There are “pyromancers.” In King’s Landing there is an “Alchemists Guild” where they make “wildfire”…
Does his emotional coldness and daunting intellect have something to say to us that strikes a particular chord right now? Or is Holmes a perennial favorite that storytellers will be returning to and updating far into the future?
Maybe I Can Has Cheezeburger, featuring cats who break the fourth wall to comment on their own lives? Perhaps Google: Miami, about real-life investigators who hunt down the answers to mundane questions?
Man, this show just gets crazier and crazier. I love it.
I’m really not sure if the men in the audience who are used to their dreams of glory being catered to in fantasy can appreciate how special and thrilling it is for a woman to see this all these kickass women…
Moffat’s restrictions make sense only from a narrow, white, male, middle-class, Western, heteronormative perspective. Yeah, I know: What a shock.