The first is sort of feminist. The young woman doesn’t really fit traditional stereotypes. The second two are more traditional. Especially the second. It reminds me of something I’d see in a children’s book when I was in elementary school.
So after finishing up the series, I wondered:
Should I feel guilty for enjoying it when Cersei blew the High Sparrow sky high?
I don’t know.
Some Christian blogger argued that we have it all wrong. We like the bad guys in the show and don’t like the good guys.
I thought that was a silly take because, if anything, Game of Thrones is about the grey areas (Grey Worm?) and doesn’t deal in absolutes.
Only the most childish of cartoons and comics do that. Adult fiction is about portraying life as it is. And because nobody is perfect, this seems more genuine than many whitewashed, Christian-approved media productions.
True, Cersei is quite evil. But at least she knows it. The High Sparrow and his violent crew reminded me of those religious phonies – we’ve all met them – who prance around pretending to be holier-than-thou when really they are just total creeps.
For the record, I didn’t enjoy it when Cersei insinuated that she planned to torment, possibly torture, the High Sparrow’s angry stooge, Septa Unella. And I didn’t like seeing Queen Margaery get trapped, the only one recognizing the imminent danger.
As I say, Cersei is evil.
But I did enjoy seeing the High Sparrow get his due. For me, religious phonies are the most odious type of all.
Who me? Game of Thrones freak? Naah. That’s only part of the story.
I did like Khaleesi and thought that Jason Momoa nailed the ancient conqueror role. But they are only depicting things that, more or less, really happened. Alexander the Great. Cyrus the Great. Cleopatra.
Dragons may be fiction but we have a pretty heavy inheritance we have to face.