The last season of the most popular series on the planet took off at dawn on Monday with all the possible expectation. In other words, the moment of truth (if that means anything) has arrived. Only 400 minutes separate us (some less after the episode recently broadcast) to know how to solve almost a decade of television fiction.
The first chapters are always frustrating, they close when the plot is getting warm, and that's not the first of the six of the eighth season, which starts by putting on the table tensions that at this point we know they can not get very far. As expected the arrival in Winterfell of Daenerys Targaryen, the mother of the dragons and now mistress of the bastard king Jon Snow, arouses misgivings among northerners. The hero squats in the arms of the blond lizard. They do not say it, but they think it.
Although during these years Game of Thrones He has not spared details about the sexual life of his main characters, with Jon Snow and the heiress of the Targaryen things are different. The seventh season ended with a flat-shot of the two characters looking at each other's faces in the bed of the ship that led them north. Meanwhile, the voiceover of Bran Stark (that disturbing character who sees everything and knows everything) recognized the true identity of Jon, legitimate son of Lyanna Stark and Rhaegar Targaryen and, therefore, neither bastard nor cocky, nephew of his lover and direct heir to the Iron Throne of the Seven Kingdoms. Critics then heard the scarce erotic voltage of the scene. But it is neither a lack of chemistry between the interpreters nor that Emilia Clarke (the British actress who gives life to the Khalessi) has expressed her willingness not to go out more naked. It's just that between Jon Snow and the Chain breaker sex is about something else.
It was latent this morning, in one of the best moments of the new chapter. Jon and Daenerys approach the two living dragons, Drogon and Rhaegal, to check that they feed on conditions when she invites her beloved to get on one of them to fly together, something that to date had not happened with any of her previous lovers. On the backs of Drogon and Rhaegal, the two characters cross the snowy landscape until they reach ice cascades where they finally get off and kiss. But what is a kiss worth after crossing the skies over a beast? It is usually marked the turning point of this series when at the end of the first season the head of Ned Stark rolled on the floor. But the same surprise - or greater - had the last sequence of that first season, in which the Khalessi immolates herself on the funeral pyre of her husband, Khal Drogo, and is reborn from the ashes accompanied by three precious dragon babies.
Since Game of Thrones began to be issued, in April 2011, the dragons have grown as much as the series, which symbolizes like no other changes in audiovisual consumption, increasingly closer to bulimia than to tasting. What began as a fiction of medieval air where the wigs of the actors were noticed has ended up as a filigree of new special effects and gigantic production.
The seventh season challenged the statistics with almost 33 million viewers. A banquet that pulverizes the figures of any other television universe. During the last 20 months the trickle of news has flooded the networks. A long and complex process: only one of the final battles has required 55 days of shooting. In recent weeks the noise has been incessant. Only the trailer of the eighth season has seen 50 million people. There is no means of communication that has not recapitulated on the phenomenon, many of them establishing a countdown that was closed this morning. In the meantime, everything that has happened to date has been reviewed, establishing a debate of philias and phobias with mostly schematic characters or speculations with alleged overtones about a series whose internal laws are as ethereal as the sex of dragons. At the end of the seventh season Daenerys Targaryen remembered that if those mythological beings had disappeared from the world it was because they had been locked up as pets. Thus they waned until they seemed like lap dogs: "And without them we were no longer extraordinary".