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Actions speak louder than words in this week's episode of "Game of Thrones," which unfurls at a slightly less stately pace than the season's first two installments. Catelyn's brother, Edmure, is proud of his rogue exploits on the battlefield, but his ineptitude is underscored by his inability to hit his father's funeral barge with a flaming arrow. (In fairness, this looks hard.)
And while we may wish Tywin would put his trust in the deceptively brilliant Tyrion, Cersei's positioning of her chair at her father's right hand reflects the true distribution of power in the Small Council. As does Tywin's decision to give Tyrion the apparently insulting job of Master of Coin.
Hot Pie decides to bake his feelings for Arya into a loaf of brown bread shaped like a wolf; Melisandre keeps telling Stannis that he's destined to rule, but her body chemistry ("Your fires burn low, my king") suggests otherwise; Khaleesi promises to give the slave dealer a dragon in exchange for 8,000 eunuch soldiers, but the fire in her eyes tells me this deal may come with an incendiary catch.
The White Walkers don't have to talk at all, when their artful arrangements of chopped-up horse corpses speak so eloquently. Samwell can't speak, either, when he watches his friend at Casa Incest Craster's Keep give birth to a baby boy doomed to be sacrificed to The Others. Theon Greyjoy's mysterious helper still hasn't uttered his name, but he keeps proving his friendship by saving the sadistic knucklehead's life. Tyrion's squire Podrick is a man of few words, but he's apparently so phenomenal in the bedroom that Littlefinger's girls won't even take his money. (If he ever does provide the "copious details" Tyrion demands, we don't hear them.)
Finally, Jaime Lannister's silver tongue and promises of rich rewards are enough to save Brienne from being raped, but in the end, he pays for them with his right hand. Tough to maintain one's reputation as the best swordsman in the Seven Kingdoms with one hand lying in the dirt.
As my colleague Maureen Ryan has pointed out, "Game of Thrones" is above all a show about underdogs: the giant female knight; the ridiculed and underestimated dwarf; the princess sold to a savage tribe; the bastard son of a warrior decapitated and denounced as a traitor; his overweight buddy; etc., etc.
Keeping that in mind, it might be a good thing that Jaime has lost his hand -- it dims that smarmy, Bush-family-style aura of rich-boy entitlement that has made him so easy to hate. Maybe there's hope for this fellow yet.
And while we may wish Tywin would put his trust in the deceptively brilliant Tyrion, Cersei's positioning of her chair at her father's right hand reflects the true distribution of power in the Small Council. As does Tywin's decision to give Tyrion the apparently insulting job of Master of Coin.
Hot Pie decides to bake his feelings for Arya into a loaf of brown bread shaped like a wolf; Melisandre keeps telling Stannis that he's destined to rule, but her body chemistry ("Your fires burn low, my king") suggests otherwise; Khaleesi promises to give the slave dealer a dragon in exchange for 8,000 eunuch soldiers, but the fire in her eyes tells me this deal may come with an incendiary catch.
The White Walkers don't have to talk at all, when their artful arrangements of chopped-up horse corpses speak so eloquently. Samwell can't speak, either, when he watches his friend at Casa Incest Craster's Keep give birth to a baby boy doomed to be sacrificed to The Others. Theon Greyjoy's mysterious helper still hasn't uttered his name, but he keeps proving his friendship by saving the sadistic knucklehead's life. Tyrion's squire Podrick is a man of few words, but he's apparently so phenomenal in the bedroom that Littlefinger's girls won't even take his money. (If he ever does provide the "copious details" Tyrion demands, we don't hear them.)
Finally, Jaime Lannister's silver tongue and promises of rich rewards are enough to save Brienne from being raped, but in the end, he pays for them with his right hand. Tough to maintain one's reputation as the best swordsman in the Seven Kingdoms with one hand lying in the dirt.
As my colleague Maureen Ryan has pointed out, "Game of Thrones" is above all a show about underdogs: the giant female knight; the ridiculed and underestimated dwarf; the princess sold to a savage tribe; the bastard son of a warrior decapitated and denounced as a traitor; his overweight buddy; etc., etc.
Keeping that in mind, it might be a good thing that Jaime has lost his hand -- it dims that smarmy, Bush-family-style aura of rich-boy entitlement that has made him so easy to hate. Maybe there's hope for this fellow yet.
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