Another Sunday another Game of Thrones. Seems the folks at HBO have decided to create some new plot lines for the series. Throw out the book ladies, lords and minor hedge knights; Dem Thrones done gone rogue! Big huge spoilers, the size of gorillas and what not, to follow.
Another Sunday another episode of Game of Thrones. The King is Dead. Long Live the King. Spoily type spoilers to follow.
Sometime in the mid 1990s, around Easter, I stumbled upon a VH-1 showing of the film adaptation of Andrew Lloyd Webber and Tim Rice’s rock opera Jesus Christ Superstar. I caught it in the middle, but I sat mesmerized, watching what appeared to be a rag-tag bunch of 1970s hippies and yippies singing and dancing a passion play. In the desert (!?) Before I knew it, the film had ended. But, being VH-1, it naturally started up again. So I watched it a second time. A few hours later I couldn’t deny it. I was hooked. And most shocking of all, the character who affected me the most wasn’t the guy playing the requisite Lord and Savior. It was Judas.
Another Sunday another episode of Game of Thrones. And you thought Dothraki weddings were violent… Let’s do this.
Two Swords. This Sunday marked the return to HBO’s grimdark fantasy epic, A Game of Thrones. This season is based on the second-half of George RR Martin’s A Storm of Swords, book 3 in his A Song of Ice and Fire series. The first episode takes us through Westeros and the lands beyond the Narrow Sea, displaying palace intrigue, spoiled kings, Wildling cannibals and (of course) dragons. As usual, spoilers and then some.
Phenderson Djèlí Clark 