The sexier Lord of the Rings

Game of Thrones had been a hot topic in my agency for some time.  I thought it was a video game.  I had not read the George Martin books.   So I just had to see what all the fuss was about.  It turned out to be the best epic feature since Lord of the Rings.  It’s as big and bold, and sexier.  Not because of all the nudity that HBO has come to be known for.  The key theme of the lust for power has been a major turn-on.  It never ends.  It consumes a multitude of characters.  And you can never be sure if the motives are right or justifiable.  The moral lines are blurred.   You’ll never know for sure if you ought to be rooting for a certain character.   It really is complicated.

The first few episodes are just as difficult to follow.  Spare yourself the extra effort to know what’s going on.   You’ll soon fall into a rhythm of understanding, as one critic puts it. 

It’s impossible to give a synopsis that’s spoiler-free.   Just imagine four fractious families (the Baratheons, Lassiters, Starks and Targaryens) all plotting, intriguing, backstabbing, whacking, with the Iron Throne as the coveted prize.  Then, there are mythical threats – medieval zombies and dragons – looming, while all sword-slaying is happening. 

I’ve seen all 10 episodes of season 1.  I heard it’d take 8 months before the next season premieres.  Paano na ‘ko?   Everything else on television could not come close to the abundant pleasures that the Game of Thrones has given.   But then again, it could do me good.   I can relax now and not continually be on the edge of my seat after every episode.   I can take a break now from hating and strangling the delightfully evil Joffrey and her mom.   I had felt like joining Khal Drogo and Daenerys Targaryen so we could get the heads of the hateful Lassiters.  Tsk, tsk, I’ve gotten just as primal. 

The Iron Throne alone is worth the cable subscription.  A supreme achievement in art direction.