Much like college students that need to hand in an assignment, the writers this episode discovered a whole host of things they should have paid more attention to earlier, because the number of hours they have to get everything to where it needs to be is limited. Which is why we have plotlines emerging from the depths of a very confused bowl of plot soup and impromptu trips/exiles to the other end of Westeros.
I understand that it’s a challenge to coordinate the many storylines of the show in a way that doesn’t take away from the pacing, but after six seasons you’d have thought they’d have the hang of it. As it stands, the fifth episode advanced certain storylines to far beyond the 5th episode mark -narratively speaking- while others seem to only now be starting, and others still keep treading water.
This season continues the trend of being surprisingly good and giving me what I actually want to see. This was mostly the case in this episode, since my overall joy overshadows some of the awfulness.
Season 6 continues to be surprisingly adequate. This reviewer is perplexed.
April saw me reading more of an author I’m slowly but surely becoming obsessed with (who am I kidding I’m already there), as well as a couple of literary classics in prep for a potential book club with friends. As has been the case since the beginning of the year, I continue to find the second books of all the trilogies and series I have read, to be my favorite. I don’t know what that says about me.
When season 5 ended, my biggest worry about season 6 was how they were going to adapt a book series that had yet to catch up with them. The answer to that is apparently adapting parts of the series previously not touched upon. We’re finally getting to book material that could have happened two seasons ago and I’m so happy I can barely grumble about it. This is the first time in a long while that I genuinely enjoyed an episode.