This isn’t the one with White Walkers, why so many Snowflakes?
In case you haven’t heard, the rabid masses that seem to have nothing better to do than complain about television are at it again. After being deprived for so long, or at least since the final season of Game of Thrones, they’ve come to beating on their Westeros punching bag again, and with such fervent rage that they completely forgot to come up with something new to complain about, and have blindly defaulted to the old, “it’s too dark, I can’t see anything” rant that they first championed in ‘The Long’ night episode of Game of Thrones.
How can people be this freaking whiney? I mean is their life so bad, and their self-esteem so low that they have to find fault with anything and everything just to feel slightly better about themselves? It’s like they’re all just a bunch of twisted diva’s, manufacturing things to complain about where none exist. Every single one of them would rather be right than be happy it seems like… and they’re too stupid to realize that they’re completely wrong.
Go ahead, take a look at it!
Do you see that TV? Do you see the nose prints, or whatever the hell they are on it? Do you see the rather large reflection of the ceiling fan/light fixture? And to think that I had zero problems watching House of the Dragon episode seven under this configuration.
You see, HBOMax doesn’t want to work on TV’s manufactured pre-2018, and while my 65″ TV was purchased in 2018; oh, no, no. It was manufactured in 2017 apparently. Sucks to be me I guess. Sure, I could throw a Fire Stick in it and the problem would be solved, but whatever, I like watching shows like this just fine, taking notes, and just having fun with it.
Why aren’t these idiots complaining about that for that matter? Because it would involve an investment in time to effect a future change? I get it, bitching about the past is much easier, they can just complain that they didn’t get their way, and then move on to the next trendy thing to whine about that conveniently wasn’t even bothering them until they were spoon-fed that someone had a point of contention with it.
Anyways. Onto the review of House of the Dragon: S1E7.
Laena’s Funeral. A wake of Tension and Distrust
We open on Lady Laena’s funeral, after her suicide/murder last week at the *sigh* hands of her dragon, Vhagar. We start with the level of tension we’re used to in Game of Thrones when Daemon Targaryen starts chuckling during the service. Nothing really comes from it, there’s no confrontation really, we just move along to the wake/celebration of life post seeing her sarcophagus hit the ocean floor to lie amongst the other sarcophagi that have weighed the same, and been tossed off the same dock for probably a hundred years.
Alicent’s children are gross, Aegon II, Helaena, and Aemond. The boys are a nightmare returned that was laid to rest back when Viserys was murdered by Khal Drogo. Those were some good years! Now we get two more gross boys, and a weird-ass girl whom we’ve had less time getting to know than she’s spent playing with bugs apparently. The latter is alright I guess though, she seems more savant than imbecile, so she gets a pass for the time being. The boys on the other hand are just gross; like Joffrey Baratheon, and Viserys were just plain gross.
Anyways, we get a lot of sideways glances in this episode, all of these people forced into a close proximity for a funeral. Larys Strong is apparently distrusted by Sir Criston Cole, Alicent brushes it off though. Though it’s implied that she is slightly fearful of the expedience, and efficiency with which Larys murdered his father, and brother, she does seem to see the value in it.
