I had hesitated to write this post. After more than a decade since Veronica Mars became my favourite TV show of all time (sorry, 30 Rock), she’s back, bitches. And she knows everything.
But would I have anything valuable to say?
Nah, not really, it turns out. And that’s a good thing. Also, I’m not usually one to be squeamish about spoilers, but here’s your warning.
I didn’t have any grand epiphanies about Game of Thrones this year.
Even more than season 4, season 5 felt like just another brick in the wall for what is supposed to be the world’s premier wow factor TV series.
Which means it’s becoming more like its network television lessers.
Which means I like it more now.
I’ve whinged a lot about Game of Thrones’ soap operatics before.
But I had an epiphany this season: Game of Thrones is exactly that. It’s a soap opera.
Yes, it’s a soap opera with a fabulous budget and the occasional decapitation.
But watching GoT and expecting a soap opera, as opposed to expecting it to be this epic, magical experience that so many fans seem to believe, makes everything much more satisfying.
It’s like Revenge. If Revenge only had 10 episodes per season, 30 more characters, and no clear direction.
So I guess not much like Revenge, then.