Warning: Strong content in this article.
I hate Game of Thrones, I really do. And I know that by writing these words some of you will get your angry keyboards ready, just to tell me how wrong I am about that, and wonder how I could even dislike Game of Thrones, but I do. I used to love it, I really did but now I can’t stand to watch even a single episode. I gave up on it by the end of last year’s season.
I had enough.
The reason for my dislike is that Game of Thrones’ writers made me lose all interest in the plot and most importantly, the characters. Good writers know that if you’re going to have bad moments, you also need to supply good ones in a decent measure so that the audience doesn’t become desensitised to what’s happening on-screen. These joyous or lighthearted moments help us connect with the better sides of the characters and show us that not everything is doom and gloom. That way, when things really go south, we’ll feel it. It’ll have an impact on us and keep us hooked.
As much as I dislike Final Fantasy IX, the writers knew how to balance the joy and misery perfectly in that game.
By now, Game of Thrones audiences are gluttons for punishment, because the writers behind this show don’t know how to do anything different from piling on the misery. Everything is certainly doom and gloom, all grim and dark and incredibly violent. Every episode has more violence, death and sexual assault than the ones before it…and it’s tiresome. Even the ‘lighthearted’ moments don’t feel joyous or funny, as the characters crack a joke in the middle of a very serious conversation or situation.
And some of you might say, “It’s a medieval world. Medieval times sucked.” And I tell you that even the worst of lives have pockets of joy that make the bad times hurt worse but also give us something to cling onto for strength to make it through the darkness.
So of course, as it tends to happen with writing such as this, I found myself losing interest in the fates of the characters and with such a character-centric series, if you lose that, then there’s really no point in continuing to watch the damn thing. Game of Thrones made tired me out with its constant stream of bloody misery. The shock and awe they heavily rely on faded away and I found myself looking at a shallow spectacle, with little substance when I really studied it.
Game of Thrones is gratuitous in its content and very rarely does a scene with a nude or intercourse further the plot or the different character arcs. In fact, when it does have an effect, it feels forced, as if a certain scene had changed from one location to another just to accommodate the pretty naked people.
I appreciate a naked body as much as the next guy or gal, but much like the grim darkness, it all reaches a point where I see through it and realise it’s all to inflate, pad out the episodes and show the audience what the production team thinks they want to see. And who knows, maybe they’re right and people just come for the boobs and full frontal assaults.
There is a limit on what you can do with shock value, and I reached that limit with Game of Thrones. Now I don’t see the interesting world I used to see, but one devoid of joy and humanity, where I can’t care about anyone because there is no point. It doesn’t help that most are complete monsters when you really think about it.
Also, the priorities of people in Game of Thrones are sometimes ridiculous. People see evidence of the impending invasion of undead hordes and do nothing about them and focus their energies in conquering an ugly as hell throne, one that effectively kills anyone who sits upon it. Think about it, if they sit on the throne at some point, they’ll die a horrible death…not that there is any other way to go in Game of Thrones.