At times I get this feeling that I can’t describe. It hinges on desperation, but it provides a sort of respite from the buoyancies of life.
It seems like everyone has forgotten about the demise of House Targaryen and how Robert Baratheon became the Usurper. In a nutshell, The Dragon Queen’s claim to the throne is pretty weak, no matter how dominant her family line had been in the past.
When it comes to movies, it’s very rare to come across a genuinely terrifying movie that doesn’t rely on tropes and stereotypes and that doesn’t take their audience for innocent little dweebs.