Pedro Pascal continues to ruin my summer: last year Graceland killed him off and now Game of Thrones does the deed in a manner so awful I could not watch. Why can I not have nice things, TV? Eyeballs squick me out completely and I was hiding behind my fingers from that moment on. The fight itself was spectacular though. Whoever did Oberyn's moves should be handed whatever prizes for stunt work exist. He moved like a lithe, graceful combination of cat and hardcore ballet dancer. I thought he had it won, as did Jaime who knows good fighting better than I do and seemed to be enjoying the moment both for itself and because it meant Tyrion would live. I started to get worried when Oberyn wouldn't give up on gaining the confession. Why was it so important, I wondered, and then he pointed to the dais and I knew he wanted Tywin publicly named too. This was bigger than The Mountain to Oberyn and he lost his focus. Damn.
The actor who played The Mountain really didn't work for me on any level. He didn't look anywhere near the same age as Jaime and Oberyn, both of whom would have been little more than teenagers when Elia Martell died. They really couldn't have found anyone more convincing?
Sansa was amazing. I really enjoyed Littlefinger's trepidation when he realized Sansa was basically free-agenting her way through the Vale. He thought she would be malleable, easy to manoeuvre and too scared to do anything beyond what he told her to do. Instead she massaged the truth to her own benefit and even impressed Petyr Baelish, master of lies. When she met his eyes over the comforting shoulder of that noblewoman, it was game on. I loved the poleaxed look on Littlefinger's face at the end. There he is, with the Lord of the Vale squirming in the palm of his hand and Sansa strolls down the steps like a vision from his dark fantasies. It looked to me like she was saying 'maybe, yes, but on my terms'. This is not a ship I ever imagined boarding, but it's got me.
Finally, I didn't mind the beetle conversation. I agree it did foreshadow the gods' lack of interest in our love of Pedro Pascal, but it was also a moment that underscored for me the enormity of Tyrion's ordeal. The brothers were reminiscing, talking about something inconsequential to stretch out the moments they had left, to avoid confronting the ugly reality of the day, and probably because they're Lannisters and can't actually say "you're my brother and I love you."