The Witcher, Episode 1: Welcome to Confusion

Your first thought will be, “Why is Legolas fighting Shelob?”

Then, “Why didn’t the deer run when Legolas and Shelob erupted from the pond?”

Then, “Why does everyone think the Witcher needs new clothes?”

None of these questions will be answered.

There will be a confusing conversation in a bar where it’s not clear whether Cute Plot Element #1 is married to the barkeep, or is just a customer. There will be a random gang of tough, unwashed men in brown. The barkeep will tell the Witcher to leave town peacefully, then immediately encourage the gang to attack him. Accept it. Allow the mysteries to flow through your mind and out, leaving only the flavor of long-ago nights playing D&D in your friend’s basement. You are in the mandatory Looking for Work in the Local Tavern scene. The DM isn’t entirely sure what she’s doing. The necessary pieces of information will be imparted and you will be moved on to the next scene. All is well.

BTW, Cute Plot Element #1 just arrived in town with her band of unwashed toughs.

Now you know.


Next will come boobs.

 

 

So many boobs.


Eventually you will wonder which side of this story is telling the truth. You won’t know whether it’s because the writers wanted it to be ambiguous, or whether it’s because the writers’ characterization gun arrived in the mail yesterday, they’re still working out which bit is the trigger and which bit the character detail comes out of, and they accidentally shot Random Village Girl with the load of personality intended for Cute Plot Element #1.

Don’t worry. None of it will ever be relevant.

The final credits will roll, and you will sit there feeling like you ordered Merlot and got a Diet Coke with a Dragon Magazine cover pasted on the side of the can. You will remember that your friends promised you it gets good around episode 4. You will count the number of hours you must invest before it gets good.


When my friend Vered and I sat down to watch The Witcher, we immediately dubbed it “WTF TV.” As in, “Wanna come over tonight and watch more WTF TV?” Because the first, second, third, fourth, and eight-thousand-ninety-seventh things you say as you watch this series are, “WTF?”

It’s not that it’s weird and twisted. (It’s not.) It’s not that it challenges your understanding of the world or the genre. (It doesn’t.) It’s not that intrigue and history layer over one another in such complex, ever-deepening patterns that your mind bends. (They don’t. They really, really don’t.)

The problem is that the team behind The Witcher played either too much D&D, or not enough. I can’t tell which.

Now you’re thinking, “Ah. Issendai loathes this series so much that she reemerged from dormancy to savage it.”

But here’s the thing. Vered and I have watched it two times through so far, she shares Witcher memes with me and goes around singing “Toss a Coin to Your Witcher,”1 and I’m seriously considering ordering the novels and maybe, mmmmaybe, buying whichever Witcher game makes the main character look most like Henry Cavill. What makes me angriest in life is knowing there won’t be more episodes until 2021. I love this series. It’s dreadful and unsatisfying and hilarious and hot and too much like following up the red wine of Game of Thrones with a Kool-Aid chaser, but somebody spiked the Kool-Aid with Everclear and it really, really works.

So, for as long as my patience lasts, I will recap the episodes and tell you how godawful this wonderful series is while dropping as few spoilers as possible. That won’t be confusing at all.

Up next: Of course there’s a fucking bard.

  1. The most important thing to understand about Vered is that her favorite candy is Skittles. She has no taste and is a terrible person as a result, and anything she likes is suspect by definition.
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