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If nothing else, "The Iron Throne" is a bittersweet -- if unfortunately bland -- series finale that ensures Game of Thrones fans will linger on the fate of their favorite characters for some time. Will they ever be satisfied by the show's conclusions? Ask us again in 10 years.
It's an ending only a writer could love.
The oddest aspect of the long-awaited, much derided, but actually pretty good finale of Game of Thrones is that it tries to sell an aristocratic coup as a glorious revolution.
In this final episode, needing only to execute George R.R. Martin's ending, they clearly made a choice: to lean into the things their show does better than most other shows. It was the right choice!
The more they stay the same.
Benioff and Weiss organized their entire series around an ending that they didn't write to.
Feels lazy and false. It's not much of a happy ending to go from placing our faith in kings and queens to trusting the judgment of unseen and unaccountable committee meetings.
Finales should leave you needing a moment to take it all in. All 'The Iron Throne' will leave you is either laughing, groaning, or wondering what's on the other side.
The Game of Thrones finale seems to occupy the space between Lost and The Sopranos, not quite in the realm of outlandish but certainly not fully satisfying either.
It was not happy or sad, it was simply an end. Bittersweet may be more appropriate, nothing free of controversy and discussion but, an end after all. [Full Review in Spanish]
In the series finale of Game of Thrones, we see the future of Westeros unfold before our eyes.
This is not the kind of storytelling we fell in love with, and this ending is not an earned ending.
Stately slow, immense, roughly silent, which is everything it should have been, while wrapping with wit, lack of urgency, cadences worthy of Chopin's preludes.