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.
Unlike Happy Endings, I’m happy to review this show. Because it’s often awful.
But damn, David Giuntoli is attractive. And he’s a nice, Italian boy I can take home to mama.
If he’s still the lead character, I’ll keep watching this show until it dies (hopefully soon, because it’s pretty bad).