- Macall B. Polay
- Sophie Turner and Peter Dinklage in season four of Game of Thrones
If there’s a thing the makers of Game of Thrones do well—and they do a lot of things well—it’s juggling an impossible number of characters and story lines, and occupying all corners of the realm, without creating something that’s disjointed, rushed, or gives short shrift to anything or anyone in particular.
Jaime, plenty worse for the wear, has returned to Westeros, which he probably regrets because everyone is treating him like a real piece of shit. He’s lost his sword hand (presumably also his pushing-little-boys-out-of-windows hand), and all that inbred monster Joffrey can do is mock his uncle/dad for being captured and not having any accomplishments to record in the fancy book of knightly deeds. Cersei is similarly cold, rebuffing Jaime’s attempt at an afternoon brother-sister snuggle.
And lastly—but first in our hearts—Arya and the Hound are still on the road together, sharing a horse and some great banter. Arya spots the guy who stole her blade, Needle, peeing outside a tavern. She storms in, the Hound follows, and then does his young friend the service of picking a fight about chickens so they can murder everyone and she can have her sword back. Seriously, someone give this pair a spinoff sitcom already! The Jeffersons had nothing on these two. Mostly because George never called Weezie a cunt, at least not on camera.
