Before I get to the nitty-gritty, I just wanna say that HBO’s Game of Thrones has been a big part of my teenage life. I started watching the show back in my early middle school and has fallen in love with the characters and their world ever since. I bought merch. I skipped school to catch an episode live. I queued up early for one of our Comic Con, before the venue even opened, to rush in for a chance to receive a sketch from the show’s storyboard artist I didn’t even know. I went to that same con alone the other day for a photo session with the Iron Throne, the staff had to help take picture for me which is quite embarrassing. That very picture is actually the first photo I posted on my Instagram of an account with 800+ posts, you can go ahead, try to find it and see if there’s nothing better to do.
With that being said, for a show this caliber, a tale so interconnected with this many intriguing story arcs, intricate lore, and complex characters, I would appropriately expect some sort of payoff and closure from the show’s final season, consider all their slow burn and build-ups, characters literally traveling across the sea to cross path in a satisfying conclusion to a show spanning a decade. Sadly, that didn’t happen. And for a show so critically praised and revered, the best thing on television I was always excited for and looking forward to every single year, that’s just disappointing.
