How GoT Lost Cred


I admit that I wasn’t all that hot on the GoT fashion train when it first became the GoT fashion train. I read the book, only the first one. It felt tediously slow and unreasonably long for what I got out of it.  It had way too many characters and the plot advances at a truly glacial pace.

But it must have had something, because I finished that first book and was curious enough to watch a few episodes of the first season. When you teach writing and film, you should do these things, so I did: I watched GoT.  I admit it. It eventually grew on me, and I watched all three seasons available, and like all GoT fans, I ended up anticipating the fourth.

When a preview special came out in HBO go we were promised that finally the “good guys” might get some payback, but in fact the first episode seemed to suggest quite the opposite.  Way to open a season, with a sadist who has already castrated one man chasing after a helpless girl with arrows and spears and hunting dogs.  I was moved to silence watching the girl get torn to pieces for no reason whatsoever. I didn’t even recognize the sadist: he was a relatively uninteresting character in the previous season. And the girl was a “throw away” – introduced to the show merely for the viewer’s pleasure of watching a pretty thing torn to shreds by dogs.

This was disturbing enough, but those who watch GoT know to expect all sorts of cruelties and unpleasantness.  Still. Maybe it was having to wait for the season (I watched the other three when they’d already been out and old news) that gave me the distance I needed to reflect at how poor a show this really is, how badly written a story, how shallow a cast of characters.  It hit me all at once in the last episode I watched, the third episode of the season, when the Queen is raped by her brother/lover in the great hall where hers and her brother’s son’s cadaver is lying, freshly dead.

Seriously?

Aside from the fact that it is decidedly out of character for Jaime Lannister to suddenly turn into a rapist. Sure, we did see him push a little kid out of a window in the first season, but he seemed to have come a long way since, and he is not consistently unscrupulous, least of all to the woman he loves. It’s not that I don’t put rape past this character. It’s just that I don’t put rape-while-in-the-presence-of-your-newly-dead-son’s-slowly-putrefying-cadaver past this character — past any character that has any shred of believability.

This scene had the curious effect of pulling me out of my GoT daze — and I say curious merely because it occurred to me how odd that it took this for me to pull out.  GoT is not a good show: it is merely another Gladiator show adjusted for modern sensibilities. It is a dark erotic fantasy, literary masturbation with not-such-a-literary slant. Every sadistic fantasy is explored here: incest, castration, torture, rape, fratricide, you name it.  The only difference between watching GoT and watching Christians get eaten alive by lions is that our sense of morality is safeguarded under the reassurance that what we are watching isn’t really happening: it’s just paid actors, we tell ourselves; it’s just a made up story.

Except it isn’t. It isn’t just a story. It’s an expression of suppressed violent erotic desires that apparently millions of viewers share.  It it’s disturbing to ponder the implications.  GoT would be one heck of a piece of evidence in favor of Freud’s theory that most literature (and I use the term most loosely here) is a wish-fulfillment fantasy of suppressed erotic impulses and ambitious drive.  Freud claimed it was one or the other, but GoT is both.

But I don’t bring it up because I intend to moralize, lest it may come across as censor. It is entertainment, crude entertainment of the most vulgar kind, and that is just fine.  But it is boring. Yes, it is boring. And unimaginative.

Of course, when you start a season with a brother and a sister having sex and throwing a little boy out the window, crippling him forever, in order to safeguard the secret, then what do you have left to entertain your readers/viewers when that is the only real hold you have on them?  Of course, eventually, you will have to up the stakes;  and therefore, father and mother, who are brother and sister, violate a funeral by having violent sex.  When you don’t know what else to write, write something disgusting, violent, and sexual. Any first year college student could fill out a book of those types of scenes.  It’s a whole lot harder to try to write something subtle, a scene of real emotion, a tender moment of grieving for a son who might have been in life a monster, but who is nonetheless, a son.  That would have been well beyond any of the GoT’s writers abilities.

I watched the rape seen and I could no longer deny it to myself: GoT stinks. It’s a really, really, really crappy show. As base as base goes. And it’s ok. We watch reality shows. We watch game shows. They are base entertainment. But let’s call it for what it is.  We watch it because people do disgusting things on it. The story has no merit. The characters are boring and bland. It’s a sucky show that enables us to live out our dark erotic fantasies safely.

Even as a fantasy, GoT fails: it has none of the imaginativeness and mythological depth of The Lord of The Rings or The Mists of Avalon. It has nothing new to present on the imaginative level.  It is just, let’s face it, a Gladiator show where the whole purpose is to watch one character after another fall each to increasingly more pointless and more inane manifestations of cruelty and violence.

The world is an evil place. We get it. But what else do you bring to the table, RR Martin? How many more orgies, blow jobs, castrations and massacres do we have to watch before you make a point?  Because, honestly, rape in the cadaver scene was boring. Boring.  Because, finally, there is nothing imaginative about violence and cruelty.  It is the blocked writer’s last resort because it is so easy to write something violent, something inane, something gross and venal.

 

 

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  1. I really like Jaime’s development through out the series, but it didn’t really shock me that he wouldn’t think twice about having sex in the same space as Joffrey. He never seemed to fatherly towards any of the kids. He couldn’t acknowledge them as his own so didn’t really have a relationship with any of them. The little bit where he did interact with Joffrey, Joffrey was a complete piece of shit who was disrespectful and dismissive towards him. I think Jaime compartmentalizes. He knew that those were his kids biologically, but emotionally? I don’t think he claimed them, or wanted them. He just wanted Cersei, and their relationship was all kinds of messed up.
    I find the shows’ depictions of political machinations interesting. How some people will stop at nothing to gain power, and why they even want the power in the first place. Then consider how everyone else is affected by these larger struggles. And there are plenty of strong female leads in this story. Margery? Daenerys? Sansa? Arya? Melisandre? I like that Sansa is becoming more cunning and figuring out ways to make her relationship with Littlefinger beneficial for her, instead of just being his puppet.

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