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Thisweeks episode ofGame of Thronessawthe infamously rudeNight King meet his violent, glass-shattering end at the hands ofArya Stark.
For me, it was devastating.
I love the Night King.
He is a fabulous bitch and a fashion icon.
I love his tiny smirk.
I love his chainmail shoulder pads.
I love his little brooch.
I love his chic walk.
I love how he is the only person who makes Bran Stark change his facial expression.
I love that his crown is built into his head.
Slovakian stuntman Vladimir Furdik has played the Night King since season six, when he replaced Richard Brake.
He is also, according to his Instagram, somebody who kisses horses directly on the mouth.
I couldnt wait to talk to him.
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Thank you for taking the time.
Im a big fan!Thank you, thank you.
I cannot move.
And they make me a kind of leather that looks like metal.
Do you ever get spooked looking at yourself?If I spook myself?
Its a very hard question.
And a very hard answer.
Do you think the Night King has an internal life?Yes.
What do you think about while you are playing the Night King?
What are his motivations?Revenge.
So do you think about revenge while you play him?Yes.
You dont need to be thinking.
Hair and makeup change you into this creature.
And then you have a director who tells you what to do, and you just follow his direction.
You are not for me.
I dont need to fight with you, so go.
Just go, go home and stay there.
He is a cake.
And you would like to eat this cake.
So you were imagining Bran was a cake?Yeah.
Theyd go, Ahh, cake, cake!
But adults never run for the cake.
Just walk, confident.
The walk is very specific.
Its sort of high-fashion.
Every take was a different walk.
Until we found exactly what it should be.
How do you not blink for that long?This is so difficult.
But if you put in your mind that information, Dont blink, I dont blink.
Not even my family knew.
For me, when he died on the TV, I said, Now I am free.
I can say anything on the street.
But when I saw how she killed him, I had many different feelings inside.
Me as myself, I said, No, no, why!
Id like to stop her.
Dont, dont kill him!
Hes not so bad.
Maybe he had different [plans].
Maybe he wanted to do something else.
Then she kills him.
And this horse was like a child.
This horse wanted to play.
He was very young, three years old.
And he didnt want to go away!
He loved it, this horse.
Its not a horses instinct inside of him is a young child, somebody who liked to play.
I never saw a horse like this in my life.
