Review: ‘A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms’ is an oddball comedy worthy of Westeros

Dexter Sol Ansell and Peter Claffey in 'A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms.' (Supplied)
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Updated 19 January 2026
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Review: ‘A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms’ is an oddball comedy worthy of Westeros

DUBAI: At a time when the sprawling saga of “Game of Thrones” and its prequel “House of the Dragon” have come to define modern fantasy television, “A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms” emerges as an unexpected offering.

Based on George R.R. Martin’s “Tales of Dunk and Egg” novellas, the six-episode HBO series — created and spearheaded by showrunner Ira Parker alongside Martin — gives viewers a story that is not about dragons or imperial politics, but about two unlikely companions navigating a treacherous and unforgiving world from its humbler margins.

From the opening moments of the premiere, where the familiar “Game of Thrones” theme music is undercut in a moment of shocking levity, the show makes clear that we are far away from the grand halls of Casterly Rock, the Red Keep or even Winterfell. Grounded and whimsical, this is Westeros viewed from muddy inns, dusty roads and makeshift jousting camps.

Peter Claffey as Ser Duncan “Dunk” the Tall is the beating heart of the series. Claffey imbues Dunk with an endearing earnestness — a towering, awkward figure, constantly walking into doors, whose moral compass is as unwavering as his endless appetite.

His chemistry with Dexter Sol Ansell’s young squire, Egg, who has deep secrets of his own, is warm and organic, creating a duo that is as compelling as any knight and squire of fantasy lore. Their dynamic gives the story a cozy, almost heartfelt buddy-adventure quality.

What makes “A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms” so captivating isn’t its lack of spectacle. It has plenty of Westerosi trappings and there’s a sizeable helping of Targaryens and Baratheons and who have you. But its choice to focus on everyday courage, loyalty and the messy, funny, sometimes mundane reality of being a hedge knight truly makes this a worthy addition to the “Game of Thrones” screen universe. We hope there’s more where that came from.
 


‘The Wrecking Crew’ — Jason Momoa and Dave Bautista head enjoyable romp

Updated 06 February 2026
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‘The Wrecking Crew’ — Jason Momoa and Dave Bautista head enjoyable romp

RIYADH: Angel Manuel Soto directs this odd-couple action-comedy with a confidence and flair that — along with the chemistry between its central performers and its better-than-you’d-ever-expect script — just about raises it above the slop swarming the streamers.

Jason Momoa and Dave Bautista play estranged half-brothers Jonny and James Halle. Both have the same father — a not-much-liked private detective called Walter who’s just been killed in a hit-and-run in Hawaii (where they were raised and where James, a Navy SEAL, still lives). Neither brother is particularly upset to hear the news of Walter’s death, but when Yakuza henchmen attack Jonny in his Oklahoma home (where he’s a maverick, heavy-drinking cop) demanding a package sent by Walter (a package he hasn’t yet received), he decides to return to Hawaii for the first time in years to attend the funeral and investigate further.

Jonny’s reunion with James is less than cordial, but he does meet James’ wife Leila and their kids for the first time. Leila is a child-psychologist — not afraid to call the brothers out on their emotional shortcomings, nor to try and help them fix their fractured fraternity.

The brothers’ investigation uncovers a plan to build a casino on Hawaiian home lands (an area held in trust for Native Hawaiians). The developer is the extremely wealthy Marcus Robichaux (played with gleeful pantomime-villain campness by Claes Bang), who — it turns out — had hired Walter to investigate his wife, who had hired Walter to investigate her husband.

Now our heroes know who they have to bring down, they’re into far more comfortable territory (both for the characters and, you suspect, the actors). Yep. Forget the dialogue, it’s action time.

Cue multiple scenes of high-octane mayhem expertly helmed by Soto in what’s essentially a slightly updated (emotional healing!) throwback to the dumb-but-fun action blockbusters of the Eighties and Nineties. The nostalgia isn’t hidden, either. The soundtrack starts with Guns N’ Roses and ends with Phil Collins. And there’s a shoutout to Jean-Claude Van Damme in between.

There’s a plot here too, but, honestly, who cares? Momoa and Bautista get to flex their considerable muscles, show off their ink, and make a few wisecracks. No one’s watching this for a clever twist, right? Watch it hoping for a couple hours of entertaining excitement and you’ll be well satisfied.