What a miserable show. I've been justifying it with my mild infrequent regret at how I handled Lost, and with a YOLO nihilism. Neither would matter if it weren't entertaining. It is. But I hardly like it anymore. At this point it's a 3-star-out-of-5 show that's sucking up my evenings, and I still have three seasons left.
I still admire certain elements, and it's still engaging. But it's miserable.
Nearly every season finale has tempted me to quit. What a luxurious life I live, that I can indulge something of such little worth with such feeble justification. If anything important came up (family dying) I tell myself I'd abandon Game of Thrones in a heartbeat and never look back. But life is important all around me, and I'm watching Game of Thrones instead.
On the other hand, this is what I want, and life is short, and who cares?
Anyway it's been quite an experiment for me.
In a given episode I get maybe one good feeling inside of me. The other 50 minutes are tedious or brutal.
But the narrative is still expertly spun.
Audience: "we need redemption for X character. This is too horrible, too hopeless."
Writers: "rape X character and burn alive. Make sure the audience hears the screams."
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