Monday, April 18, 2011

Warning - dork-itude ahead

I've truly and honestly been trying to get into the Game of Thrones. I mean, it seems like something right up my alley. But watching it - and so many of it's kin - it just doesn't hold water. I have a map of Arthurian England on my bedroom wall. I have a gilded copy of Mallory's Morte d'Arthur on my bookshelf. Hell, I have a mapped out family tree and a graded copy of an Honors Treatise. Can any story come up against that comprehensive tale of love and angst and fealty and betrayal? Sure - I have some knowledgeable friends who would protest intelligently and effectively that there are collections of work that do just that. But a single, narrative myth that encompasses so many emotions, so much raw humanity... I just don't see it. And these new stories, adapted by HBO and Showtime and Starz and... while they might serve the purpose of viewership, they just don't hold up. The reality is, the stories of old, twisted and meddled with in every which way, are still the originals. They had it right back then. And we shouldn't keep trying to improve upon the old ways. Because they can't be improved upon... Sorry to be all dork-i-tude. But I did graduate with honors...