Just last night, I caught up on the new HBO show Game of Thrones, based on the hit fantasy novel series.
I don't think I ever wrote about the books by George R. R. Martin on this blog, but I do recall following and posting about the casting news they revealed a long time ago. There's a good reason for that. Two actually: Lena Headey and Nikolaj Coster-Waldeau, both of whom I love. So is the wonderful actress from Possession, Sarah Connor Chronicles, and Imagine Me & You, and the charming actor from New Amsterdam, Wimbledon and Virtuality, reason enough to keep watching?
These are not satisfying tales, hence HBO's interest in making them. Potentially this TV series could last at least 6 years, with increasing brutality, betrayal, sex scenes and high production values. Many fans compare Martin to Tolkien and Lewis, and the only reason I can see for that is the scale of his fantasy series. Absurd. I don't see Diana Gabaldon compared to those great men and the beautiful, uplifting stories they wrote. One might as well call Charlaine Harris the keeper of the legacy of Narnia.
A good fantasy story has a moral center. A Song of Fire and Ice is a massive, decently written series of intertwining adventures, with occasional sparks of justice and nobility, and a constant stream of base, primitive characters doing evil things.
Perfect for cable.