Sunday night’s episode of Game of Thrones exceeded every single one of my expectations. Revenge, revelation, and the most brutal winnowing of the show’s cast since the Red Wedding, all collided into one of the best episodes yet of HBO’s fantasy drama.
I don’t even know where to begin. The sheer quantity of incredible moments in The Winds of Winter have left me reeling. We learned so much tonight. So much happened. So many died.
I suppose I’ll begin with something a bit different, then, to set the mood if nothing else.
For a show that boasts some of the best music on television, somehow Game of Thrones managed to up the ante even more in the Season 6 finale. Right from the first scene, and right up until the last, just about every bit was simply gorgeous. An almost mournful piano greets us in the High Sept. Later, during Cersei’s coronation, the urgent rise and fall of strings, dark and moody. The episode deserves awards based on its music alone.