Game of Thrones s8 ep 2


“Heartwarming”, “sweet” and “joyful” are not the kind of words which I would generally use to describe an entire episode of GOT, but has there ever been an ep of this show that had quite so much niceness in it before? Last week’s season premiere had plenty of adorable moments, but “A Knight for the Seven Kingdoms” was another level of loveliness, all wrapped up beautifully for the fans as a final present before the the end of the world (and the possible end of many of these characters) begins next week.

There’s still some frostiness, of course, with Daenerys ready to execute Jaime on the spot, or just as soon as she can give another one of her tiresome speeches, and Sansa not overly keen on him continuing to breathe either, even if this does seem like something of a double standard. After all, Ser Jorah, former slave trader, Baratheon spy and generally top-tier creep, is right there basking in the approval of her Grace, with the well-wishes of Cousin Lyanna and the sword of House Tarly at his disposal. And Sansa welcomes her own prodigal pet in the form of Theon “Walking Dirge” Greyjoy, sacker of Winterfell and murderer of small children, with such tearful, heartfelt happiness that I start to worry that there might be a Stark/Greyjoy romance in their future (please NO). At which point, the Night King coming begins to seem like it might not be an entirely bad thing.

Dany’s griping and Sansa’s misgivings aside, though, we’re not about to lose Jaime yet – maybe next week, but not yet – no matter what he’s done, so Brienne – my heart! – speaks up; Bran just about keeps quiet (“The things we do for love” is a fantastic touch); Sansa lets him stay and Jon is too emo about his accidental incest/secret royal ancestry to care one way or the other. So Her Grace is overruled, and not particularly happy about it but then, unlike almost everyone else, she’s not happy about much this week, what with her boyfriend/nephew and his sister/cousin both now standing in her way to the Throne.

That aside, however, after a poignant Jaime/Bran detente in the Godswood, we’re largely free to weep quietly and smile till our faces hurt at scene after scene of sweetness, tempered with just enough acidity and humour to make it all taste even better.

Where to start? Ser Davos at his soup kitchen and the wonderful, brave little girl who reminds him (and us) of wonderful, brave little Shireen? Gilly’s perfect solution for her? Arya, the Hound and Beric? Arya deciding that life needn’t just be about death, after all, and making Gendry and thousands of fan fiction writers combust with delight as a result? Missandei and Grey Worm? (I don’t care about them, but if I did, I’d be both charmed and very worried for their chances of survival after all that smiling and retirement planning.) Jon, Edd, Sam and Ghost – Ghost! Dude! It’s been years, where have you been?! -on the ramparts? Tyrion settling in for the Story of Bran?

Listen, all of that is delightful, but the best, the absolute best of it all, revolves around Ser Brienne of Tarth, Knight for the Seven Kingdoms and it is glorious. Every moment, every look between her and Jaime – mostly while pointedly not catching each other’s eyes – is a little twist in the heart, till the long, lovely scene by the fire with them, Tormund, Tyrion, Ser Davos and Pod which is so beautiful I don’t really know what to do with myself beyond smile, laugh and cry in quick succession. My God. If I wasn’t already crying at “I charge you to be brave”, I was wailing by the time she smiled and everyone toasted the latest knight of the realm.


Of course, from hereon in, any GOT-related crying I do is likely to be a lot less happy, especially since all the characters repeatedly saying everyone will be “safe in the crypt” clearly means the crypt is going to be a bloodbath, and by the end of the episode the Night Army is standing there ready to make it so. For now, though, what a gift and a balm this episode was to us all.


Game of Thrones s8 ep 1


“We don’t have time for all of this,” says Bran, but au contraire, mon frère, we apparently do, as GOT‘s end starts by going back to its beginning: another monarch marching blithely, confidently into Winterfell, bringing with her reunions, recriminations and really big trouble for the remaining Starks.

For an episode which seems relatively sedate (I appreciate that GOT is the only show where an episode featuring a child-zombie flesh fire-wheel and a dragon glaring at some dude snogging his aunt can be described as “sedate”), this one is not only quietly momentous, but full of rewards for the massive, massively loyal audience who’ve weathered a lot to get this far. Especially if they’re Team Stark.

Sansa – my Queen, if we’re choosing – is clearly pleased to see Jon again, but less than impressed with his abdication of the throne/ his patronising new girlfriend. She’s not alone, as Lyanna Mormont – my Hand, let me have this – pretty much speaks for the entire North, when she says (I’m paraphrasing): “We named you King in the North, who dis?”

Never mind the dragons and their riders, then, it’s the sheer amount of attitude flying about in this ep that’s enough to burn down several kingdoms and I am loving it. As well as old hands like Tyrion, Ser Davos and Varys happily needling each other, Sansa’s scene with Tyrion is short but joyously barbed, and it’s one of a number of long-awaited reunions which maybe shouldn’t mean much plot-wise, but mean a huge amount to at least some parts of the audience, depending on who your own personal faves are. Since I’ve been over Arya and the Hound for a very long time, and he should have been deader than that poor Umber kid years ago, I’m not too excited by them, but Arya “Badass Assassin” Stark shyly sort-of-flirting with Gendry is cute, and Arya “Baby Sister” Stark getting her big brother Jon back is lovely.

Jon, bless him, is overjoyed to see baby bro Bran too, before noticing that the no-longer-wee man is incredibly weird. Oddly, though, Bran’s weirdness is no longer annoying me – possibly because we’ve had time to get used to it, possibly because he seems to be having the time of his life, dishing out a fair amount of attitude of his own all of a sudden – and he’s now quite ruthlessly, almost cheerfully using his powers for advancing the plot, instead of all that unnecessary creepiness he was up to before. (Remember him reminding his sister of her rape last year? Ugh.) Sending Sam to tell an initially incredulous (but not for that long, I note) Jon the Big News is the right call, and if Bran seems to enjoy a little too much the awkwardness of doing it immediately after Sam finds out Daenerys barbecued the rest of the Tarly men, I suppose we have to let Raven boy get his kicks where he can. Especially if it means we get the punch-to-the-gut that is Jaime Lannister’s face when he sees the living, breathing reminder of all his sins sitting right there in the courtyard of Winterfell waiting for him. Wow.

As reminders of season one go, though, I’m less impressed by Bronn’s brothel scene. I’d thought the show had grown out of the casual misogyny of using naked women’s bodies as sexual scenery but apparently not, and having three of them jiggling around like it’s HBO’s X-rated answer to Carry On movies just so we have something to look at while we find out what happened to Ed Sheeran (as if anyone was asking) isn’t anywhere near as funny as the show seems to think, but it is unnecessary, sexist and jarringly out of place in a narrative which has been shifting towards the female characters taking power for some time now.

If that scene isn’t funny, however, there are plenty which are. Even Kings Landing has its moments. I remain completely uninterested in the ridiculous Euron, or indeed anyone else named Greyjoy – too little too late, Theon, dude – but his preening is worth it purely so we find out about Cersei’s mild obsession with elephants, or the lack thereof. And back in the North, Edd’s “Stay Back, he’s got blue eyes!” followed by “Tormund’s indignant “I’ve always had blue eyes!” is hilarious, if slightly confusing for me, watching through a bit of a flu fog – when did we find out Tormund was alive?!

Ach, no matter. I know the last we saw him he was in the middle of an apocalypse and he probably shouldn’t have made it out, but nobody really wanted Tormund dead, did they? It’s the final season, we’ve earned some fun before the Night King lays waste to everyone, and this first episode certainly gave us that. It was a blast.

Public Service Announcement 25 of 2019: Game of Thrones

If, like tens of millions of people all over the world, you’ve been waiting TWENTY months for Game of Thrones swansong, chances are that, unless you’ve been in an internet-free, lead-lined box for the past month, you really don’t need me to tell you the second half of season seven is finally here. But let’s just run through it once more for old times’ sake. Yes, Winter has arrived at last: UK fans can watch the global simulcast of episode 8 at 2AM on Monday morning on Sky Atlantic, with catch-up available on Sky Go thereafter and the usual 9pm repeat too, for anyone feeling a bit more traditional. YES.

What else is there to say just now? I’ll be doing my usual weekly reviews so I’m going to save most of my chat for them but, meantime, let me just indulge in some wholly uninformed, spoiler-free speculation, based on nothing but internet theories I like, my own opinions and my virulent dislike of Daenerys, Mother of Dragons, Queen of Doing My Head In. Jon Snow is GOT’s answer to Captain America, and I’m pretty sure they’re both going to die. Daenerys is turning into the tyrant her father was, and she’s going to die too. (Hopefully.) Cersei: going to die. Jaime:…. you know what? Let’s save some time and go with “most of the cast is going to die.” And if there’s still an Iron Throne left standing at the end, I’d like to think Sansa and Tyrion will end up in power, whether Sansa’s Queen in her own right and he’s her Hand, or Sansa’s Regent for Jon and Dany’s kid. Will I be right? About most of the cast dying, probably. The rest? Not much longer till we find out!

Game of Thrones s7 ep 7


Everything I wanted, a few things I didn’t and plenty more besides: the biggest show on tv ends its biggest season with a super-size finale drawing together the past, the future and the forthcoming apocalypse in epic fashion, with a few extra helpings of fan service along the way.

At Kings Landing, it seems like Team Targaryen and Team Lannister’s parley is really just an excuse – like last week’s ill-fated Bravo Two Zombie expedition – for a series of charming reunions that I didn’t even know I wanted, ranging from the affectionately snarky (Tyrion and NotRobson Bronn! Tyrion and Pod! The Hound and Brienne!) to the moodily taciturn (Brienne and Jaime!) to the drowning in outright hatred (Cersei and Tyrion! The Cleganarama!). Oh yeah, and Theon’s there too. In fact, for someone absolutely nobody who ever watched GOT gives a flying raven about, there’s really quite a lot of Theon this week. Theon being needled by his nasty uncle; Theon having a heart-to-heart with the very understanding Jon Snow and learning that although he doesn’t have to choose between being a Stark and a Greyjoy, Starks are obviously much nicer; and Theon getting his face pounded by Iron Man (not that one) before becoming King of the Iron Islands Dinghy and sailing off to rescue his Iron sister…. Huh. Much like the show, suddenly I’ve spent ages banging on about Theon too.

Back to the rest of the story.

After Daenerys’s impressive entrance – although, did she really think Cersei Lannister wouldn’t be able to count to two? – and a bit of panto villainy from Euron (Boo! Hiss! He’s behind you! etc), there’s a mortifying moment when it looks like the guest of honour has passed his best before date and the mood is going to change from knife-edge anticipation to “wha, wha, whaaaa” farce but, after a few seconds of making me want to crawl under my sofa, the show relents and, with a little help from the Hound, out dashes Mr Wight in satisfyingly scary form, with even Cersei Lannister looking a bit worried. Well done Mr Wight. Sorry ’bout your arm. And your torso. And, er, everything else.

Of course, because Jon is Ned Stark’s son in everything but actual biological fact, he can’t make the promise Cersei wants so things don’t go entirely according to parley plan, but it doesn’t matter all that much because Cersei doesn’t really want it anyway. “I always knew you were the stupidest Lannister,” she tells the sorely-tried Jaime, who finally walks/rides away to join the fight against the dead because “Fuck loyalty,” says Brienne. Only if it’s loyalty to your homicidal psychopath of a sister, though, Jaime. It’s taken you long enough to join Team Living, don’t be getting any ideas about betraying them too.

On the topic of homicidal psychopath sisters, meantime, Littlefinger’s advice to Sansa is essentially to get rid of crazyface Arya and bump Jon from the Throne in the North. Sansa looks like she’s buying it, too, but – oh my God, at last! – turns out she isn’t, she hasn’t been and she won’t ever again, as the remaining Stark children unite to expose the man at the root of just about everything evil that ever happened to their family, and END him. It’s not unexpected, but it’s been a long time coming and all the more satisfying for it. As is Sansa and Arya’s (little sis now not so much crazyface as crazy like a fox) sweet, sad exchange on the walls of Winterfell. “The lone wolf dies, but the pack survives.” Indeed. (And I miss Ned too.)

For his part, however, the current lone wolf is becoming a lot less solitary, as weeks of various GOT characters trying to convince me Jon and Daenerys have the hots for each other culminate in Jon and Daenerys showing me exactly how much. While Bran – with an assist from lovely, steadfast Sam that surely the know-all-see-all Three-Eyed Raven shouldn’t have needed? – solemnly confirms, for anyone not paying attention at the back, that the King in the North is actually the rightful King of everywhere else. And dude is having sex with his aunt. (Ewww.) Can Daenerys get pregnant? Is Cersei? *Shrugs* Family and parenthood have been recurring themes throughout all seven seasons of the show, and they’ve been particularly prominent this season and this episode, but let’s be honest, the people of Westeros have much bigger problems. Namely the DRAGON THAT JUST DESTROYED THE ENTIRE WALL AND THE ARMY OF THE DEAD NOW MARCHING UNCHECKED ACROSS THE PLANET!

Eff. Me. What a show. What a season. And what a spectacular way to finish. This run hasn’t pleased all of the people all of the time, but I loved that the Game sped up, and I loved the way it mixed so many quiet, powerful scenes of significance and feeling with so much all-out bloody mayhem. Assuming the real world doesn’t end before then, I am very, VERY excited for season eight.

Game of Thrones s7 ep 6


“Smart people don’t come up here looking for the dead.”

A very cold, mitten-encased hi-five to the delightful, no-nonsense Tormund for pointing out what’s obvious to all except the rest of the Wight Recovery Team: the plan to catch an ice zombie and bring it along to Show and Tell is the STUPIDEST PLAN IN THE HISTORY OF PLANS. Yes, I understand that it’s an opportunity for the Snow men (sorry) to bond, chat and remind us of a few plot points and themes of profound significance (fathers and sons, the foolish pride of kings, nobody wants to hear whinging on a road trip, that type of thing) while enjoying the bracing air of somewhere incredibly beautiful yet quite clearly FREEZING. But, on the negative side, EVERY OTHER THING YOU CAN THINK OF. If these idiots needed to talk, could they not have gone to Dorne on a lads’ weekend?

But you’re not doing anything the easy way when you’re Jon Snow, are you? Fancy a challenge? Here have some Ice bears! Escaped with your lives? Try a Wight Scouting Party for size! Still not done? Ha! Bring on the DEAD HORDES.

A bajillion ice zombies against, er, six – since Gendry’s busy putting on a very special performance of The Loneliness of the Long-Distance Runner – dudes in fur coats should, of course, be a walk in the snow-covered park, but here comes Dany/NotDany to even up the odds and, wow, for all the sheer insanity of the plan and the plot, it’s still an astounding series of scenes to watch and listen to and feel in your very bones: the bleak, gorgeous brutality of the landscapes; the ominous rumbling of the enemy in the distance; the terrifying army of the dead in all its implacable, unstoppable glory; and, finally, the Dragon Queen swooping in to save the day, at unimaginably terrible cost…. That last shot of the giant, ice-blue eye? I can’t be the only person who screamed. Could you not have found an easier way to get a look at Jon Snow’s manly chest, Your Grace?

Mind you, if all that hand-holding and “My Queen” and “you know I can’t have kids, right?” business is anything to go by, I presume Daenerys will be seeing a lot more of her nephew (yes, her nephew, just a reminder) than just his chest soon enough. Whether this will be enough to assuage Tyrion’s worries about the succession, I don’t know, but for once I’m inclined to agree with Daenerys: Crown first, everything else later, dude. Calm down.

And as for you, Arya – sit down. And behave yourself. I’m surprised it’s actually taken this long for the younger Ms Stark to turn on the elder, but I’m also disappointed that Sansa is still confiding in Littlefinger and sending Brienne away again (although it does mean we’ll get a Brienne/Jaime reunion – yay!) and that Arya is now, in her own way, almost as frightening as the Night King. For all the terrors in this episode, the moment where she points out that “I could even become you” might just be the scariest of the season.

Game of Thrones s7 ep 5


Dude…. where’s my battle?

After a few weeks of GOT surprising me with a big bloodbath at the end of each episode, I was ready for “Eastwatch” to whack me sideways with an all-out White Walker offensive, but, disappointingly, the closest we get is a brief Branfommercial about the Night King and his subjects being on the march – the Night Crew might want to be a bit more stealthy about it, now Raven-boy’s onto them – with the actual fighting put off till another time because this week is all about getting the gang(s) back together to prepare for the battles ahead. Yes, it’s reunion week on GOT, with a variety of people getting reacquainted, including a number of people who’ve been apart so long I’d forgotten they’d ever met each other in the first place.

Before we get on to the Friends Reunited segment of the ep, however, there’s the post-ep 4 clear-up and set-up to be done. At Winterfell, the Northern Lords are moaning again, the theme this time being that Sansa would be a better ruler than Jon is. Sansa, for her part, is pretending not to agree with them. Arya is furious with her for not pretending hard enough. And Baelish is playing them off against each other. Obviously, this can’t end well; the only questions are for whom and how quickly?

While the Stark girls consider their next moves, Daenerys does one of her “I’m not like Cersei, I don’t murder people” speeches before being exactly like Cersei and murdering people, and if I didn’t already detest her and her hypocrisy, this week’s matter-of-fact but merciless “Dracarys” would have sealed the deal. (Goodbye Tarlys, we barely knew you.) With the smell of Mad King in the air a little too pungent for both Tyrion and Varys to ignore any longer, then, they have a great scene where they fret about their own roles in providing Drogon and co with flambé fodder, and for a moment, I’m hopeful that Varys at least will start looking for a new saviour of the realm sooner rather than later. Disappointment number two of the week, however, is that he doesn’t, and the current plan is apparently to continue to try and talk Daenerys into sanity instead – good luck with that one, boys.

Jaime and Bronn meanwhile, can apparently breathe underwater a lot longer than most people since they somehow survive last week’s dragon/drowning combo, manage to swim to the other side of the lake undetected by Team Barbecue, and head safely and quickly back to Kings Landing. Despite their losses, Cersei’s still not for surrender – in fairness, she has a point about fighting and dying, or surrendering and dying being the only two options, or at least she does till the Dragon Alliance comes up with crazy option number three – and instead reels Jaime back in with talk of another child and formally going public with their relationship. Since the child part only comes after Jaime’s fraught but not unproductive meeting with Tyrion – another great scene – and is followed by a deeply menacing “Never betray me again,” I’m not sure I believe her. If it’s just a ploy to keep him on side, it’s a good one, but how long it’ll work is another matter.

Not that Cersei’s the only Queen using her offspring for political gain, of course. Back at Dragonstone, it’s time for Not-Actually-A-Bastard-At-All Jon to impress Daenerys by petting her “child” Drogon like he was an overgrown puppy – wait till she finds out what Gilly found out! – and for Ser Jorah to interrupt the, uh, family affair, by popping right back up to “serve (his) queen.” And stop her getting any “service” from anyone else, if you know what I mean. Ugh. Guys, Ser Jorah’s obsession with Dany is not noble. It’s creepy. And now that it involves him having eye-wars with Jon over which one of them gets to “serve” the Queen (I’m even grossing myself out now) it’s even creepier. I’ve been struggling to see the much-vaunted chemistry between Jon Snow and Daenerys this season, but since Ser Jorah and the King in the North are now ready to arm-wrestle for the privilege of leading a suicide mission for her, I guess they must think it’s there. Ugh again.

Anyway, love triangle between Jon and two people who suck aside, my initial reactions to the “Kidnap a Wight, Show Him to Cersei” plan were a) “WTF, this is a stupid idea”, b) “Cersei won’t give a stuff” and c) “will he not melt?” before I remembered that, regardless of whether Wights can be destroyed by fire, they are, in fact, zombies not snowmen, and it’ll take more than the balmy weather in Kings Landing to finish one off. At which point, I went back to initial reactions a) and b). I appear to be alone in my scepticism, however, since everyone at the Dragon Court is somehow immediately convinced that interrupting the Lannister-Targaryen hostilities by going off on this bizarre tangent is the way to go, so off Jon and Ser Jorah trot – obviously squeezing in a quick competition as to who can take flirtier leave of the Dragon Queen on the way – to gather up some pals. As well as Tormund (whose hopeful, hilarious “The big woman?” makes both Jon’s and my year, HEE), the Hound, Thoros of Myr and Berric Dendarrion also happen to be ready and waiting to go kidnap a bogeyman, but since they’ve only been missing for a couple of weeks, the much bigger news is the return of fan favourite Gendry, last seen rowing a boat about twelve centuries ago, and now ready to rock’n’roll. Gendry! Well! Not only had I forgotten about Davos being the one who saved Gendry from Melisandre, I still can’t remember Thoros and co handing him over to the Red Witch in the first place, but never mind. As Jon – who’s getting funnier, better one-liners every week – points out, “We’re all on the same side…. We’re all breathing.” Heh.

It’s a very good place to end a very good episode but, intriguing and important to the story though it is, “Eastwatch” can’t really compete with the rush of the past few episodes. Which doesn’t mean I didn’t enjoy it, of course I did. I just wish we could have fought some zombies along the way.

Game of Thrones s7 ep 4

My. God.

Another episode starts deceptively slowly and sedately, with every scene a significant, compelling one, heavy with import but light on actual action. Till Bronn hears something, faint at first, but louder and more ominous as it nears. And yet another episode I thought might be quiet turns into a cacophony of whoops and hooves, and the Lannisters’ first encounter with the Dragon Queen a breathtaking, nerve-shredding spectacle of flames and carnage.

I should have guessed, I suppose, going by the last couple of weeks, that there would be even more to “The Spoils of War” than the Lannisters scooping up the fruits of the Reach and the long-awaited Stark sibling meeting. But in the calm before “Dracarys!” there’s so much going on that it seems like calm is all there can or needs to be.

At the Reach, there’s Bronn wisecracking, Jaime in an Olenna-induced depression, and Lord Tarly wanting to flog stragglers. At the Red Keep, Cersei’s entertaining Mark Gatiss and reminding us that the Lannisters pay their debts. And at Winterfell, the Starks are having another family reunion, with Arya bamboozling a couple of justifiably suspicious but unconscionably stupid guards, before a sweet, moving, hopeful reunion with Sansa with both sisters, having survived unimaginable horrors, reminding each other (and us) that their “stories aren’t over yet.” Aw.

Arya’s reunion with Bran is slightly less emotional, of course, since Bran is “not really” Bran any more, and his main job is to creep everyone he knows the f**k out. (He is awful, Meera, but you’re better off. Safe travels!) But at least Arya gets Littlefinger’s dagger out of it, and everyone keeps saying “it’s Valyrian Steel,” so we can all shout “that kills White Walkers!” and get very excited about who she’s going to stick it into. Ideally of course, she’ll use it on Littlefinger himself first, since NotBran clearly knows enough of Lord Baelish’s activities to promote him to Arya’s kill list. And Baelish knows he knows; Littlefinger’s smirk is now so permanent, I tend to struggle to work out what he’s thinking, but his abject fear at “Chaos is a ladder” breaks through very clearly.

Three live Starks in one place being something of a record, nobody has time for Littlefinger this week, though; no time for a ceremonial jousting tournament to celebrate either, albeit Arya and Brienne make do with a sparring session which delights both of them, if Sansa not so much. No Sansa, your baby sister isn’t joking about the kill list. And you probably aren’t the Stark with the most darkness in your heart after all.

Big “brother” Jon, meanwhile, stuck at Dragonstone, forgoes fun with one set of relatives for an increasingly awkward, prolonged stay with another, as he tries to give Auntie Daenerys a hieroglyphic-based history lesson about the importance of doing things together – albeit not the kind of things Davos is suggesting. Daenerys’s record-player being stuck on “Bend the knee,” however, I’m not sure how much progress he makes. Especially since the irony of Ms Targaryen suggesting it’s Jon’s pride preventing him from saving his people when she’s the one insisting she rule the world is apparently lost on everyone in the show, and even Davos is beginning to believe the Missandei propaganda machine.

The silver halo does slip a little when Daenerys starts to throw her Valyrian Steel toys out of her Dragonglass pram over the fall of Highgarden, but it’s Jon who talks her round this time, reminding her that she’s different. Is she, though? Well, she doesn’t attack the Red Keep. But her attack on the Lannister forces is astonishing and merciless nonetheless, and all the more shocking for its unexpectedness: relentless Dothraki hordes, panicked Lannister forces and the Dragon Queen herself atop one of her children, swooping down and setting her enemies ablaze. My GOD.

Are we supposed to root for her? I didn’t. Bodies, spears, horses, flames everywhere and through it all, Jaime Lannister refusing to abandon his men, while all around him fell and burned – my sympathies and my screams were with the Lannister forces this time, at least.

Bronn ultimately brings the beast down, though, and we’re left with two possible deaths of significance. Or are we? If Drogon dies, there are two more dragons to replace him, but there’s nobody to replace Jaime, and he can’t possibly be done yet. For what it’s worth, no matter how bad it looks, I don’t think either of them is gone – we’ve been here before with Drogon, and Jaime’s Kingslayer/Realmsaver arc can’t just end in a pointless, random death now, can it? As Jon Snow taught us, even death on GOT isn’t immune to some of the rules of storytelling, and I think those rules means Jaime Lannister lives. For now. Either way, though, this was astounding, incredible television and I’ll be thinking about it for days.