Hype is a soul killer. April and May seem to be full of hype: spring comes, winter ends (they’re separate joyous times), and the entertainment industry starts to release the big events. May is a sweeps month, so all the television shows save their best for last. Movies start coming out in anticipation of a big summer.
Two of the biggest events this year are Game of Thrones, a cable TV series which features what may be the biggest but penultimate battle* this Sunday, and Avengers: Endgame which just appeared in movie theatres. GoT is halfway through its final season and prepared to meet viewer expectations in a nearly 90-minute episode depicting the Battle of Winterfell, in which humanity takes a stand against the invading undead White Walkers intent upon wiping out all living things, while the heroes of the Marvel Cinematic Universe try to restore the galaxy after a supervillain wiped out half of all living things.
Somehow I think the two should have traded places. But maybe that’s just me.
Anyway, the Avengers and company have run for over 20 films and featured more fantastic actors than the Academy Awards could hold in one auditorium, while GoT has run eight seasons and worked effectively to exceed even the author George R. R. Martin’s novel output (who knows how he will catch up to them). It’s all coming (or come) to an end at last. I haven’t even brought up the last Star Wars movie (The Rise of Skywalker) coming in December, nor have I mentioned the last episodes of The Big Bang Theory, which I’m told is just as big as the rest of the series out there. I’ll get back to them.
All this hype and anticipation and the dates and episodes coming and going all at once can be hard on the spirit. I just saw the Avengers movie last night, clocking in at over three hours and feeling like a thrilling roller coaster ride which ran in slow motion in my mind to protect me from exploding. It probably didn’t help that our seats were three rows from the 3D screen. I will offer no spoilers here, but the intensity was so overwhelming that I could not process it all. With hours to go before the GoT episode, I know I will be mentally exhausted when it’s all over. Just in time for the workweek to start again. Is this what in war is considered fair? We are talking four and a half hours of my life which I am voluntarily giving over to creative minds who seem to want to, to put it politely, mess me up, so that my non-entertaining life might suffer.
There doesn’t seem to be a study of such things, but grouping so many big events together cannot be good for anybody. Studies have concluded that too much horror film exposure is bad, so excessive drama is probably equally as injurious. The only reason I’m doing it is that I am still young enough to enjoy the indulgence and old enough to appreciate what goes behind making such overly fantastical visual events. Also, anybody following a storyline craves closure. Any good tale needs a good beginning, strong middle and satisfying end.
I know without watching a single episode of Big Bang Theory that their fans will be split into love/hate camps and analyse it forever after the last hurrah. Same with Star Wars fans, of which I am one. That release date is before Christmas, and fans deal with it. We used to look forward to May releases, but not anymore. As if the holidays are not stressful enough, we have to sit in a theatre and worry about what happens to fictional characters.
I may be burning brain cells more than calories this year. Has anybody done a study on that?
*(Fans anticipate the ultimate GoT battle to come before or during the final episode, when the quest for who will sit on the Iron Throne is completed.)