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Helping You Get the Most Out of Your Misery
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Tuesday, March 20, 2007Blow and Arrow When I was a fat pre-pubescent growing up in rural Ohio, I wanted to be Robin Hood. I read a book called Locksley: The Story of Robin Hood and decided that living in the woods with a bunch of guys, working against an evil government and fighting for the people would be a cool lifestyle. My dad bought me a bow and I spent a few weeks practicing in the half-assed manner that would garner me so much success in my later years. I lost interest in archery after a short while, but I still have a fondness for Robin.So I was excited when I saw that BBC America was going to be running a new series about him and I've been DVRing every episode and...meh. It's nothing I can really put my finger on. Their Robin is this pretty boy who's meant to be charming but doesn't actually have enough charisma to carry Errol Flynn's used condoms. They've given Robin this servant who fills the role of comic relief sidekick. Or, rather, he would fill the role of comic relief sidekick if he was at least as funny as, say, yarn. But he's not. In a joke-off, a skein of yarn would win, hands-down. And then there's the problems found with every single British action/adventure series I've ever seen, which is that the action is lame and it's not all that adventurous. You'd see better stunts in a Theater Camp stage combat class. And, like so many other things that I've seen on TV this last year, (Studio 60, I'm looking at you) I really, really wanted to like this. But I just can't. I hate that. I hate when I want to enjoy something that ends up sucking fifty metric tons of ass. So then, today, I'm lying pantsless on the couch with the remote in my hand [note: this image is being created for purely comedic effect; I am not the type of husband who would be so disrespectful as to rub my bare ass on our furniture] when I saw that HBO was running Kevin Costner's Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves. And I thought, "Huh. I wonder how it stacks up against the BBC show." Turns out it makes the BBC version look like utter genius. If you can get around Costner's mullet and the fact that an English lord sounds like he was born and raised in Oklahoma, then you still have to deal with Christian Slater's mullet and his shitty attempt at an accent. To this, you then add Alan Rickman as the Sheriff, made up to look like one of the Wilson sisters from Heart circa 1987. I mean, the shot where we follow the arrow from the bow to the tree was great and all that, but you've gotta have more than that to build an entire fucking movie. So great is my disappointment in both of these craptacular takes on the story, I'm going to do my own version with sock puppets and twigs and I'm betting it'll blow BBC and Costner out of the water. And it'll definitely be more historically accurate.
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