The film has been executed with a sense of formally stylish and thematically symmetric panache.
If there’s one thing the frenetic White Walker-packed climax of “Hardhome” proves, it’s that at the end of the day, talk is cheap.
Stronger than its predecessor, which didn’t quite go as far in terms of representing these women in a wider context.
Much like a spate of recent summer blockbusters, there’s a tiring sense that every single facet of the narrative has to be rendered with truculent solemnity.