It’s a matter on record, at several times on this blog, that I was disappointed with the third season of Game of Thrones. Oh, the Red Wedding was all very impressive, and the Jamie-Brienne storyline was outstandingly done (well done to Nikolaj Coster-Walder and Gwendoline Christie). But on the whole, it dragged.
Scene after scene of Theon and Ramsay Snow, which took ten episodes to go nowhere. Bran creeping northwards at a frankly coma-inducing pace. And endless — endless — scenes of Jon Snow making that feeling-sorry-for-myself face and apparently knowing nothing.
Six episodes into season four, that is plainly not a charge which can be levelled this time around.