“Game of Thrones” became the best, most fulfilling form of escapism any of us could have hoped for.
The show may have done itself a disservice in making Daniel and Travis the characters to lead, because the former’s aloofness and the latter’s naivete neutered any semblance of dread that should be permeating everyone’s waking moments.
While the season feels off on a logical level, the visceral, emotional reaction I have to this show was felt more than ever.
Some acts felt like retribution, others like sheer misfortune. Regardless, there was not a smile to be found in all of Essos or Westeros on Sunday evening.
Trudy has gotten her happy ending, which is not something anyone else on this show can say. She’s going to ride into the sunset on a Learjet to her new rural life in Wichita.