I don’t normally write about TV. But I’m still not over it, 12 hours after watching this ep. So this is writing therapy.
I’ve tried to be vague. But you may infer some spoilers, so don’t read unless you’ve watched Season 3 Episode 9. And if you haven’t watched it, don’t watch it. Spare yourself. Go and do something that makes you happy.
OH DEAR GOD. Game of Thrones has done it again. I should have quit watching the show back in Episode 9 of Season 1 when the only good guy got an unfair offing. But no, I kept watching, and hoping, and cheering for the nice ones, the honest ones, the brave ones. I foolishly let myself get ATTACHED to those characters.
I feel like I’m in an abusive relationship with the TV show. It keeps treating me so badly, leaving me upset and frustrated and disappointed, but teasing me with glimmers of hope that everything can be okay again. It builds up this hope and lulls me into such a sense of security that I don’t even see the obvious coming. I was clearly in denial: in hindsight all the signs were there. It was Episode 9, which always seems to be a game changer. The characters had a break from war, there were moments of humour and intimacy and improving relationships. It was all going so well for once.
Then BAM. I was left sobbing in the darkness as the credits rolled. In absolute shock at what had just happened. What I had allowed myself to go through, again. It was horrific. It was unforgivable. I’ve never known a show or book to treat its characters like this.
Why can’t I just walk away?
Apparently readers had the same response to this scene in the book when it first came out, 13 years ago. George RR Martin says that a lot of people quit the series at this moment, threw the book at the wall or in the bin, or better yet, in the fire. But, smugly, he says they all came crawling back… buying the book a second time to keep reading.
I’m done with it! I can’t take it anymore! Daenerys can just come and kill the lot, I don’t even care.
…But if she does, I want to see it.
Looks like Twitter agrees.