Ventris is thus unflatteringly compared to Wilkin without The Bastard Executioner having to stage an out-and-out dick-measuring contest: It can stage a baby-making contest instead.
It suddenly kills major characters—as Game of Thrones does—as if this is ballsy, not a common trick.
It has the swords, the mysticism, the dragons, the unexpected deaths, the costumes that are perfectly grungy, the faces with just the right amount of dirt makeup.
Wilkin awakes to his loving, teasing, pregnant wife in a wholesome Welsh village under the brutal heel of the English Baron Ventris Brian F.
But the endless violence on Game of Thrones, while certainly thrilling at times, is understood by the show to be a kind of sickness.
Bastard Executioner, in contrast, has the violence down, but not yet its meaning.