Alright I am a book reader, this is a known fact and I enjoy books a great deal. I like TV shows and in most cases I respect that the book/movie/tv show are different things. I can accept that they will make changes to make it work or make it more dramatic..that said..and here is the alert.
SPOILERS DO NOT READ PAST THIS POINT IF YOU DONT WANT SPOILERS OR HAVENT SEEN GAME OF THRONES. IT IS NOT A PLOT SPOILER BUT A SCEHE SPOILER. WARNING SPOILERS.
You do not completely make a character do something against the very cannon that makes them the character! WTF writers. Jamie is not the most likeable character in the world. We know this, however he does make a journey of redemption. A big long journey that slowly tends to make you like him again. He is not perfect I mean he is a Lannister strike against him.
However….MANY things he may be a rapist is not one of them. Never. Not at all. No. He stood up to keep a woman from getting raped. HELLO. He killed people for it…HELLO.
So writers WHY did you do that WHY did you make him into a rapist? WHY. It served no purpose. In the books they had sex there yes, but it was not unwilling. There was no shouting of No, and I don’t care if people argue she was holding onto him at the end point, no means no. I don’t like Cersei at all but no means no.
So thanks writers for making me really not like you at all. Thanks for making me want to stop watching a show I enjoyed for that. Really appreciate it.
Well at least you cured me of starting to like Jamie in the show.
Oh and for those who may wanna debate it ( I am open to that) here is the text, yes some objections are raised at one point..but nothing at all like the drawn out angry scene we got on TV.
She kissed him. A light kiss, the merest brush of her lips on his, but he could feel her tremble as he slid his arms around her. “I am not whole without you.”
There was no tenderness in the kiss he returned to her, only hunger. Her mouth opened for his tongue. “No,” she said weakly when his lips moved down her neck, “not here. The septons…”
“The Others can take the septons.” He kissed her again, kissed her silent, kissed her until she moaned. Then he knocked the candles aside and lifted her up onto the Mother’s altar, pushing up her skirts and the silken shift beneath. She pounded on his chest with feeble fists, murmuring about the risk, the danger, about their father, about the septons, about the wrath of gods. He never heard her. He undid his breeches and climbed up and pushed her bare white legs apart. One hand slid up her thigh and underneath her smallclothes. When he tore them away, he saw that her moon’s blood was on her, but it made no difference.
“Hurry,” she was whispering now, “quickly, quickly, now, do it now, do me now. Jaime Jaime Jaime.” Her hands helped guide him. “Yes,” Cersei said as he thrust, “my brother, sweet brother, yes, like that, yes, I have you, you’re home now, you’re home now, you’re home.” She kissed his ear and stroked his short bristly hair. Jaime lost himself in her flesh. He could feel Cersei’s heart beating in time with his own, and the wetness of blood and seed where they were joined.
