In the grand scheme of “Game of Thrones,” if you think the Starbucks cup matters you’re kind of an idiot.
Yes, a coffee cup was inadvertently left on a table in a scene. I hate to break it to you, but this sort of thing happens in TV and movies all the time. In the olden days — before we could freeze-frame a telecast — odds are it wouldn’t even have been noticed.
HBO’s response was perfect: “The latte that appeared in the episode was a mistake. Daenerys had ordered an herbal tea.”
And don’t you dare suggest that it signifies that the producers and their crew are careless. The attention to detail on “Game of Thrones” is nothing short of astonishing. This was one detail among thousands that got away from them.
And, seriously, you’re going to complain about this tiny mistake when there’s so much more to complain about in “The Last of the Starks”?
I’ve spent the last few years criticizing those who do nothing but complain about “Game of Thrones.” I’ve never argued the show is perfect, but I think a lot of the carping is excessive and off-base.
So … now I’m going to (hypocritically) complain about how much I disliked the most recent episode — SPOILER ALERT if you have’t seen it — for reasons that include:
So, yes, I had an incredibly negative reaction to “The Last of the Starks.” In the immediate aftermath, I said I wished I’d never watched the show at all because what happened this past Sunday was so painful.
I’m sort of hoping that was the result of my anger and sorrow over the death of Dragon No. 2 and Missandei (Nathalie Emmanuel). Honestly, mostly the death of the dragon. I love them ... too much.
But what I disliked even more than Rhaegal’s death is all this sudden maneuvering to supplant Dany with Jon. I hate, hate, hate that plot line. I wasn’t expecting a happy ending to “Game of Thrones,” but pitting those two against each other is worse than anything I imagined.
And it feels like six episodes isn’t enough for the final season. We seem to be hurtling toward the end and, instead of seeing believable character development, they’re suddenly turning into different people.
Again, I’m fully willing to admit I may be overreacting. I may be doing exactly what I’ve contemptuously dismissed in others. But I’m more dreading the final two episodes than excited to see them.
If I didn’t love the show so much — if I hadn’t been so obsessed with it for so long — I wouldn’t be so upset. And I’ve got to hand it to Benioff and Weiss for creating a show that so completely drew me in.
I expected to be sad when “Game of Thrones” ends, if for no other reason than I’ve so loved it. But if I hate the ending as much as I fear I might, it will sour the entire experience.



