After six episodes that have been incredible, infuriating, revealing, confusing, and epic, last night’s Game of Thrones finale had a great many things to answer for. They were the answers needed to help recalibrate the show’s uneven seventh season so it ended up greater than the sum of its inconsistent parts—even if that doesn’t equal the show’s best seasons.
“The Wolf and the Dragon” had its own problems to be sure—one in particular made me want to actually scream in irritation—the main one of which was its surprising lack of surprises. If you’ve been paying a decent amount of attention, you didn’t have to hunt out hacker leaks to form a pretty good idea of what was going to go down in the season finale, but for me, that somehow didn’t make it any less satisfying. If you’re a book reader, you know how the show, having advanced beyond George R.R. Martin’s novels, has been partially satiating our hunger by sporadically giving us the scenes we’ve guessed and hoped were coming. The finale was packed with these scenes, like a Thanksgiving dinner—you know what the meal is going to consist of, but it’s still a feast.
holy hell, what a season finale!!!
aside from the fact that this season was wayyyyyy to damn short — seriously, what the fuck man?! — it certainly had some great moments, beautifoo cinematic scenes with dragons… the Night King… legions of the undead, etc etc… don’t want to drop a ton of spoilers in case you haven’t watched it yet, but let’s just say they better be coming back with another mini or 7-episode season next year, because they just can’t leave it on that closing note there at the end…. last i read, they do plan on a final season with six episodes to wrap everything up… and that better be true, that’s all i gotta say.
no fucking way.
PS. one word… littlefinger.