Traditionally, the penultimate episode in a season of Thrones has always been the best and most shocking – Ned Stark’s beheading, the Red Wedding, etc. And although this episode wasn’t in the least bit shocking – it was too signposted and predictable what was going to happen – it was still a tremendously visceral experience with an extremely satisfying ending. I’ve complained a lot about the slow build and lack of action in previous episodes – well this one made up for it and some. We finally got to see some serious dragon action, and that what just for starters. The main event – the Battle of the Bastards – was utterly brutal and captivating to watch, and extremely cinematic (shades of Saving Private Ryan, Zulu and – particularly – Lord of the Rings with Littlefinger doing a Gandalf and saving the day). Clearly most of the season’s budget went on this episode, but it was worth it with the best battle ever seen on the small screen. It sets up the finale nicely – cannot believe that there is only one episode left this season… Since they are so obviously telegraphing it, I expect King’s Landing to go up in flames.
And a quick recap of the England game, in one word. Inept. We deserve a harder draw now. Congrats to Wales.
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