29 April 2019
950
R. Linda:
Yes, I be happy to say Davos Seaworth be alive and well enough to ladle more soup! We actually found him standing in the darkness, in the wintry fog watching the Red Woman walk to her demise.
I don't know if you watched GoT last night, but I will tell you the most enthusiastic person in me abode was Sean, the soon-to-be deported cousin of mine. He went to the Dollar Store and bought leftover Easter candy, a case of Pringles little can chips where you get like ten crisps per can, soda of a brand I've never heard of and a jar of mayonnaise (because he likes to dip his crisps in that). He even got his Ikea fur throw to wrap himself in Bran fashion in one of the armchairs along with a pair of cheap mirrored sunglasses (in case the dragonfire was too bright) and he was all set. Just a side note here, Mam likes to come up behind him and shout "Dracarys!" Scares the hell out of him.
Well, he didn't have to worry about the dragonfire being too bright the whole battle was so dark we all scrapped our chairs up to the telly to see better.
"Wuz dat a cat?" Me Mam said when the undead had breached the Winterfell walls. To rectify that I turned the brightness up to the brightest setting and the only thing that did was show me that the wights were not people in some instances but looked like clouds of black smoke! OK, that took the charm away.
Thank the higher powers that Melisandre showed up to light a couple of fires so we could see! But that didn't last. It was a moment watching all the Dothraks arakhs light up and it was another when they all went out. We got an awestruck "Woo!" out of Sean as the sabres caught fire and then another when they went out, but a more deflated 'woo'.
"I can't see shite!" Sean said munching on a crisp. "What is happening? Does anyone know?"
We were all hunched in our chairs leaning forward, eyes squinting at the screen and as lost as Jon Snow and Deanery's on their dragons. WHICH by the way, we weren't sure if THEY were supposed to light the barrier or not because it looked like they were just flying around while everyone below was being lopped to pieces. It was difficult to see if the expressions on their faces were confused or just one looking at the other like 'where to next?'
"Do you really think this shooting at night using basic lighting is a good idea?" Tonya asked no one in particular.
I had control of the remote so I'd have to stop, rewind, go back pressing forward in slow motion to see WHO was still alive and who wasn't. That took a great deal of me patience away, but either me Mam, Tonya or Sean would say something like, "Is that Samwell lying down there among the corpses? Or, did Jamie Lannister just get a death whack from that big raggedly wight?" I tell ya, it was painful.
Of course, Mam swore she was seeing cats and not dragons. Even more bedevilling to her was what happened to Jon Snow's direwolf (which in reality, is an extinct breed of wolf), it was in the charge and then it was in the castle. What happened to it from charge to castle? We don't know!
It took 55 nights to shoot this epic battle and one to show it and end it. This be lost on me for one. I was all set for maybe three more nights of epic blackness and strange sounds, so imagine my surprise it was one night and one night only, but what an ending thanks to the training in the House of Black and White that Arya painfully managed. Francis Ford Coppola shot Dracula using the old smoke and mirrors technique and that worked wonderfully. Peter Jackson used blue light in the rain for his Lord of the Rings epics and it worked so well that we knew who everyone was and where they were. This last night, well not so much as since we couldn't make out where or who was doing what.
At least next week we know things may be lit in daylight, at least we hope so. IF last night was the epic biggest, bad-arse battle on TV ever, then we have not much to look forward to with the Westros battle scenes. I think Battle of the Bastards was the best battle ever and far out grosses last night's blind catastrophe.
So me blog followers were all wrong, including meself. None of us saw last night coming to such a quick and precise (thank you Arya) conclusion and that's a good thing, the one night showing will save our eyesight. Unpredictable and satisfying be what we want (I am sure I speak for everyone on that) and that's what we got, even if we couldn't see most of it.
Gabe
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950
R. Linda:
Yes, I be happy to say Davos Seaworth be alive and well enough to ladle more soup! We actually found him standing in the darkness, in the wintry fog watching the Red Woman walk to her demise.
I don't know if you watched GoT last night, but I will tell you the most enthusiastic person in me abode was Sean, the soon-to-be deported cousin of mine. He went to the Dollar Store and bought leftover Easter candy, a case of Pringles little can chips where you get like ten crisps per can, soda of a brand I've never heard of and a jar of mayonnaise (because he likes to dip his crisps in that). He even got his Ikea fur throw to wrap himself in Bran fashion in one of the armchairs along with a pair of cheap mirrored sunglasses (in case the dragonfire was too bright) and he was all set. Just a side note here, Mam likes to come up behind him and shout "Dracarys!" Scares the hell out of him.
Well, he didn't have to worry about the dragonfire being too bright the whole battle was so dark we all scrapped our chairs up to the telly to see better.
"Wuz dat a cat?" Me Mam said when the undead had breached the Winterfell walls. To rectify that I turned the brightness up to the brightest setting and the only thing that did was show me that the wights were not people in some instances but looked like clouds of black smoke! OK, that took the charm away.
Thank the higher powers that Melisandre showed up to light a couple of fires so we could see! But that didn't last. It was a moment watching all the Dothraks arakhs light up and it was another when they all went out. We got an awestruck "Woo!" out of Sean as the sabres caught fire and then another when they went out, but a more deflated 'woo'.
"I can't see shite!" Sean said munching on a crisp. "What is happening? Does anyone know?"
We were all hunched in our chairs leaning forward, eyes squinting at the screen and as lost as Jon Snow and Deanery's on their dragons. WHICH by the way, we weren't sure if THEY were supposed to light the barrier or not because it looked like they were just flying around while everyone below was being lopped to pieces. It was difficult to see if the expressions on their faces were confused or just one looking at the other like 'where to next?'
"Do you really think this shooting at night using basic lighting is a good idea?" Tonya asked no one in particular.
I had control of the remote so I'd have to stop, rewind, go back pressing forward in slow motion to see WHO was still alive and who wasn't. That took a great deal of me patience away, but either me Mam, Tonya or Sean would say something like, "Is that Samwell lying down there among the corpses? Or, did Jamie Lannister just get a death whack from that big raggedly wight?" I tell ya, it was painful.
Of course, Mam swore she was seeing cats and not dragons. Even more bedevilling to her was what happened to Jon Snow's direwolf (which in reality, is an extinct breed of wolf), it was in the charge and then it was in the castle. What happened to it from charge to castle? We don't know!
It took 55 nights to shoot this epic battle and one to show it and end it. This be lost on me for one. I was all set for maybe three more nights of epic blackness and strange sounds, so imagine my surprise it was one night and one night only, but what an ending thanks to the training in the House of Black and White that Arya painfully managed. Francis Ford Coppola shot Dracula using the old smoke and mirrors technique and that worked wonderfully. Peter Jackson used blue light in the rain for his Lord of the Rings epics and it worked so well that we knew who everyone was and where they were. This last night, well not so much as since we couldn't make out where or who was doing what.
At least next week we know things may be lit in daylight, at least we hope so. IF last night was the epic biggest, bad-arse battle on TV ever, then we have not much to look forward to with the Westros battle scenes. I think Battle of the Bastards was the best battle ever and far out grosses last night's blind catastrophe.
So me blog followers were all wrong, including meself. None of us saw last night coming to such a quick and precise (thank you Arya) conclusion and that's a good thing, the one night showing will save our eyesight. Unpredictable and satisfying be what we want (I am sure I speak for everyone on that) and that's what we got, even if we couldn't see most of it.
Gabe
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