MJ for HBO Watch: Game of Thrones S3:E4 - "And Now His Watch is Ended"

Game of Thrones Season 3: Episode 4 - "And Now His Watch is Ended"



I’d like to give a great big high five to first time Game of Thrones director, Alex Graves. I felt that “And Now His Watch is Ended” was the best episode of the season, so far. I’m very pleased that we’ll get to see a second episode directed by Graves, “Kissed by Fire,” which will air next Sunday.  While episodes 1 and 2 were excruciatingly slow, episode 3, “Dark Wings, Dark Words,” was a big step in the right direction. However, this week, the fourth episode, blew them all out of the water for me. I’ve read again and again that last week’s closing scene was powerful; however, I found it to be highly disappointing. This week’s ending was impeccably done and it wasn’t ruined by really bad, mood crushing ending credit music... 
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  1. Anonymous27 April, 2013

    Hi! I only wanted to know if there would be any updates of The Mountain. It's been so long since I read about cute Gregor and lovely Melly :-(

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    1. Animal Spirits29 April, 2013

      Yes! There is one coming, it's in the rough draft stage at the moment, but The Mountain has a ways to go before it comes to an end!

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