Alas, those days are long gone – and few people seem to understand why. Well, today, before I collapse from exhaustion, I want to briefly explain why I am no longer excited for “Game of Thrones” to air its newest episodes.
Yes, this really is a deal breaker for me, even if the Huffington Post figured out that all that nudity barely amounted to 15 minutes in the show. In the books, yes, sex is there…and yet, it just feels overt. Which it really, really isn’t, and I know this – the difference is that as I’m reading, I’m less likely to picture a sex scene in detail. HBO has made it so that if it deems a scene sex-worthy, you will see it, and it will play out like a bad porno, complete with porn stars. (No, really, the women in HBO who star in sex scenes are almost all porn stars.)
And the other big difference is that in the books, if characters have sex, it’s an action, and it’s just a natural part of being human – whereas in the show, the humanity in the action is usually eliminated thanks to the sex scenes being blatantly shot in a way that’s meant to please viewers. And it’s definitely not viewers like me they’re trying to please. (Yay female objectification!)
And by the way: most of this complaint stems directly from a now infamous scene in the first season of the show. I, like many others (I’m presuming), missed quite a bit of important dialogue during my first viewing of this show because said important dialogue takes place in the background of a pseudo-lesbian sex scene in a brothel. Yes. Really. I know this seems like a silly thing to say given the nature of the series itself, but: keeping it classy there, HBO.
No. I’m not explaining this. If you haven’t read the books: this is a major, major spoiler. If you have read the books: you just know this is how the 3rd season will end – in a gory mess of tears and rage as fans like us bawl our eyes out and scream curses at the cruel, cruel man that is George R. R. Martin.
Of course, that scenario involving my reaction as a fan to a plot point written by an author I love to hate assumes I even watch the show this year. Because, well, the Red Wedding actually brings me to my final point:
Yes, this makes the rest of my list a moot point, but c’mon, I had to complain about female objectification somewhere.
But seriously: when “Game of Thrones” first aired, I had not read the books, therefore, I had no idea what would happen. That made it exciting and fascinating.
By the time season 2 rolled around, I was completely caught up in the book series. Plot points in season 2 now mean nothing to me because, well, I know what will happen – what will work out and what won’t, who will die and who will live. It really eliminates any tension and mystery the show ever held for me.
None of this is meant to speak against the wonderful cast in the show. And the show does stand a chance to redeem itself if we finally get to see more of those wonderful dragons.
( No. Really. More. Like, a lot more. I think there’s 60 seconds worth of dragon moments between two seasons that each consist of 10 1-hour episodes. Bad HBO.)
So there you have it. “Game of Thrones” – a TV series that had a strong start in its beginnings, until I more or less ruined the experience for myself and read the books. But then again, the books are better, and there weren’t any boobs shoved in my face. In I regret nothing and think they actually saved me quite a bit of frustration.
It’s all about the pros and cons, isn’t it?