I finally caught up with Game of Thrones season five on my flights to and from Singapore last week. It’s always a gamble watching GoT on a plane, as you never know when someone is going to be murdered grusomely or when there is going to be an explosion of fairly gratuitous nudity.
But safely ensconced in my business class “pod”, nobody else could see what I was watching and I got fairly engrossed in each episode. It was superb.
I’m left, now, at the end of the season, wanting more Game of Thrones than I’ve ever wanted it before. So many plot lines left hanging, so many character developments and so much plot exposition in a fairly fast-paced season. Having watched it in two long viewing sessions, I’m tempted to re-watch it at a more leisurely pace, to see what I inevitably missed.
The thing about Game of Thrones is that so much is revealed in the dialogue – more, in fact, than in any action scene or indivivdual murder. You have to pay attention and listen carefully. I’m sure I missed various important points while I was eating or drinking.
And now I’m bereft. I don’t know when I’ll get more Game of Thrones. A sign of an excellent series, I’d say.