Jun 2, 2020
Game of Thrones: Weddings Are the Worst
WOW, George R.R. Martin must REALLY HATE marriage. (My apologies to his current wife, who I am sure is lovely.) Think about it. So far on GOT, we have had six weddings. One of them was red . . .
One of them was purple . . .
One of them ended with the blushing bride taking a flying solo honeymoon out of a moon door.
Sansa’s first marriage–to Tyrion Lannister–though filled with great booze, wasn’t exactly a joy to behold either.
The fact that GOT’s “best” wedding could almost literally be considered cradle robbing says something about the author’s views on holy matrimony.
This week on Game of Thrones, the series’ war on weddings continues when poor Sansa Stark experiences a wedding night so horrifying that, even if the producers didn’t thankfully fade to black after the first few seconds, most of us would have watched through our fingers anyway.
Also this week, Arya gets a promotion at Burgerless White Castle. Queen Margaery gets a major demotion. Bronn and Jamie play dress-up. And Tyrion and Jorah make some new friends with benefits, but, perhaps, not the kind of benefits they were hoping for.
Let’s review, shall we?
Two Truths and a Lie
When we last left the Artist Formerly Known as Arya Stark, she was scrubbing the naughty bits of some dead naked guy. When we meet up with her again, she’s still doing it. (He must have been REALLY dirty!)
“What’s up with all the creepy corpse washing we do?” Arya asks her new frenemy and fellow scrubber of dead nudists. “Is there like a Dead People Beauty Pageant in Burgerless White Castle that I should know about?”
Arya’s coworker is so very unwilling to give up the details about the Corpse Top Model reality show going on behind the Secret Door, she slams said door in poor Arya’s face when the youngest Stark sister tries to get a peek.
In an effort to distract Arya from what a thankless sh*t job it is working for Burgerless White Castle, Frenemy then decides to play a game with her colleague, which reminds me a bit of the game Two Truths and a Lie. In the game, Frenemy tells Arya this sob story about how she came to be a creepy corpse washer at Burgerless White Castle (something about an evil stepfather, I think?), and Arya has to determine which parts of the story are true and which are fake.
(If this is what teenagers did for fun before the advent of technology, I can understand why the average life expectancy was so low. People were bored to death. Also, you know, murder, lack of modern medicine, poor nutrition and stuff. But mostly boredom.)
Later, Arya tries to play the same “fun” game with Jagen Hager, only this time she’s the one telling the origin story. Jagen, being Jagen, “generously” tries to make the game a bit more exciting and “high stakes” by punching Arya in the face whenever she lies, which is kind of rude, to be honest. Geez, Jagen! At least when the people who work at Burger-FULL White Castle get abused at work, they get free (or at least deeply discounted) bullet-hole ridden meat patties out of it. Arya gets bupkiss! Just the opportunity to wash more smelly dead people. It’s not exactly a winning corporate bonus structure. (And you just know Burgerless White Castle doesn’t offer a dental plan. Have you seen Jagen’s teeth?)
Given Jagen’s interpretation of Two Truths and a Lie, I’d be really frightened to see his take on other childhood classic games like Duck Duck Goose, Pin the Tail on the Donkey, and Simon Says. Something tells me his versions of those games involve regular and frequent ass kickings for Goose, the Donkey, and the person who didn’t listen to Simon’s instructions, respectively. Also they probably involve people talking like Yoda, because Jagen does that all the time. And I used to find it cool. But now I think it’s super annoying.
Later that day, Some Random Dad arrives at Burgerless White Castle with his dying daughter and orders a cheeseburger with a side of fries. Just kidding, he orders the prompt death of his Terminal Disease Kid. “Would you like that homicide supersized, sir?” Arya inquires.
“Nah, just your standard mercy killing with a side of ketchup should be fine,” replies Some Random Dad.
Arya expertly murders Some Random Dad’s dying kid by claiming that if she drinks the Instant Death Water from the Burgerless White Castle Fountain, it will heal all her pain. (She must really want to wash this girl’s corpse!) The young girl does as instructed.
Jagen is thrilled. (Such a Sadist, Jagen is!) So thrilled, in fact, that Arya gets to walk behind the Secret Door of Really Clean Corpses as her reward. Hooray!
Since I guess Braavos Next Top Corpse Model is on hiatus, all that Arya finds behind the door are a bunch of candles and some scary face masks, which may actually be real faces. How very Texas Chainsaw Massacre! While admiring one such face, Jagen tells Arya that, even though she isn’t quite cool enough yet to be “no one,” she is currently cool enough to become someone else other than herself.
I hear the role of Donald Draper has recently become available, Arya . . .
Never Trust a Guy Whose Name is a Variation of Pinky
Meanwhile, over in Kings Landing, Littlefinger breaks the news to Cersei that (1) Sansa Stark is alive and well in Winterfell and set to marry that freak of nature, Ramsey Bolton; and (2) Stannis and his army are marching to Winterfell to murder the Boltons and take Winterfell for themselves. Two situations, which, coincidentally, Littlefinger has orchestrated himself.
But because playing god with three quarters of the cast of Game of Thrones is not nearly enough for this meddlesome Hand-y Man, Littlefinger makes Cersei an offer she can’t refuse. It involves Littlefinger sending his own army from the Vail to fight on behalf of the Lannisters and taking Winterfell from whoever isn’t left dead once Roose and Stannis are done fighting. (Did YOU know Littlefinger had his own army? I didn’t know that.) In return, Littlefinger only asks that Cersei name him Warden of the North.
So to recap, Littlefinger has told Sansa that she will be Warden of the North, told Roose and Stannis each that they will be Warden of the North, and told Cersei that he will be warden of the North.
Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
Speaking of shady . . .
The Trials and Tribulations of the Tyrells
Olenna Tyrell arrives in Kings Landing to throw some customary shade Cersei’s way, in hopes that she’ll shame Cersei for imprisoning Loras based on (1) his homosexuality, and (2) the fact that Loras doesn’t want to get into Cersei’s pants as much as her own brother does. “Everyone on this show who hasn’t already been brutally murdered is pretty much gay,” Olenna explains matter-of-factly to her granddaughter before entering into her verbal smackdown with the Queen Mother. “If the religious nutsos put all the gay people on this show in jail, GOT would become Orange is the New Black, basically.”
Unfortunately, it’s Cersei who has the last laugh this time around. After waiting patiently while Loras admits under oath to Old Dirty Poo-Smelling New Pope that he never “lied down” with another man and Margaery swears to the truth of his statements, Loras’ erstwhile squire calls them both out as liars. He even goes as far as to describe a birthmark on Loras’ inner thigh and to accuse Margaery of walking in on the couple in flagrante and not batting an eyelash. (Which, as we know, she most definitely did, in a way that was totally awesome, and most certainly did not deserve to be punished.) Margaery should only be punished for being the Most Popular Pedophile on the Show and nothing more. Because, aside from the whole pedophile thing, she’s positively lovely.
Boo, Cersei! You are the worst! (Well, actually Ramsey is the worst. And Joffrey was the second worst. But you are a very close third.)
As both Margaery and Loras are dragged off to jail, Margaery calls to her prepubescent hubby, Tommen, for help. But he just stares off into space blankly, undoubtedly dreaming of all the pussy he’s going to get to play with now that his wife is no longer sharing his bed. I’m talking about his kittens, obviously. What did you think I was talking about?
Fun with Sand Snakes
Over in Dorne, Doran Martell hasn’t moved from his chair for about four weeks now (not even to go potty). I’m beginning to think he might have no legs. Book readers, is this true?
Meanwhile, young lovebirds Myrcella Lannister and Trystane Martell are playing some serious tonsil hockey and are super excited about their impending nuptials. It’s nice to know that romance exists on this show that’s actually age appropriate AND isn’t between two people who share DNA.
Speaking of romance, enter Jamie and Bronn, with their new groovy threads and super cool black stallions, to come rescue Myrcella from super sexy Spring Break Vacation Dorne and return her to her rightful home in Smells Like Shit Kings Landing. Little Lannister Myrcella is understandably miffed by this idea.
Then, the Sand Snakes come to fight with Jamie and Bronn so THEY can kidnap Myrcella, except what they do looks must less like fighting and more like the cheesy line dancing you did at your cousin’s wedding last year.
Then Doran’s henchman, whose voice sounds eerily similar to James Earl Jones, rounds them all up and arrests them.
Because that’s just what this season needs, more characters in jail. Also, more cowbell . . .
In Which We Learn a Not-So-Little Dwarf Anatomy Lesson
Outside Valyria, Jorah and Tyrion get captured by a bunch of guys who think Tyrion’s weiner has magical powers, which is pretty much the most awesome compliment you could give Tyrion, when you think about it. (Maybe it’s like the hair on those troll dolls, where if you rub it enough, it brings you good luck. Though, admittedly, this trick most certainly did not work for Shea.)
The guys want to cut off Tyrion’s magical weiner and carry it around like a lucky charm or rabbit’s foot, maybe even sell it for some serious cash. But Tyrion wisely explains to the men that his weiner is only worth something if people know it comes from a dwarf.
“We just assumed your Johnson was adorably pint-sized like you,” says one of the guys.
“Actually, you should never judge a dwarf by the size of his dong . . . unless that dwarf is me, because my dong is massive,” Tyrion explains. “And I am awesome.”
Wait to go, Peter Dinklage! It’s not every day a male actor gets to admit to the television-watching world that he’s well endowed!
Anywhoo, Tyrion wisely convinces his would-be captors to keep his man bits intact and not kill him and/or Jorah by informing them that Jorah is a spectacular fighter. This gains Tyrion and Jorah passage to Mereen where they can battle in Dany’s recently reopened fighting pits for cash–and for the Mother of Dragon’s love, of course!
Well, Jorah will fight for cash and Dany’s love. Tyrion will just walk around town waving around his Magical Huge Cock.
Do You Take This Psychopath to Be Your Lawfully Wedded Husband?
Wedding bells are ringing in the North, as Sansa suffers the indignity of being bathed by that bitch Myrcella in preparation for her marriage to awful Ramsey. “Did you know that I help Ramsey kill all his former lovers after he gets tired of porking them?” Myrcella notes conversationally.
“Wow, grow some self-respect, girlfriend. It’s clear your boyfriend is just not that into you if he makes you wait around while he occasionally sticks his hot dog into others,” retorts naked Sansa.
It takes real balls to win a verbal smackdown while in your birthday suit. And Sansa is going to need those balls for what’s about to happen next.
Dressed in her wedding finery, Sansa hears a knock at her door. It’s Theon/Reek ready and waiting to take her to her doom, er, I mean wedded bliss.
It’s fitting that the wedding takes place in the dark of night and looks more like a funeral/ritual sacrifice than a happy occasion.
After the wedding, Sansa meets Super Scary Ramsey in his bedroom for her first official deflowering. (Too bad she doesn’t have Tyrion’s magical cock with her. It would come in extremely handy at a time like this.)
Ramsey, being a sadistic bastard, forces Theon/Reek to watch as he savagely rips the back of Sansa’s dress and violently enters her from the rear repeatedly. Her cries of anguish can be heard throughout the room as the screen fades to black.
Unfortunately, there will be no mercy for Poor Sansa. At least not right now . . .
But if Joffrey’s death was any indication, something tells me the inevitable murder of Ramsey Bolton will be both absolutely disgusting and glorious to behold. No one messes with Darth Sansa and lives to tell the tale.
Until next time . . .