There, I’ve said. I’ve spent all year sniping at this series, incredulous at the shite storylines, the poor acting and the even poorer dialogue. If I saw one more episode that featured Robin and his bloody band of merry men have a fight in the woods, one of them captured by the Sheriff’s men and mount a daring jailbreak from Nottingham castle one more time I swear I would’ve thrown the TV out of the window. This was the template each episode of Robin Hood seemed to be hewn from, and it was getting seriously tiresome.
This second series had started to become even more ridiculous – some of the stories Dominic Minghella was coming up with defied belief. And Ocean’s 11-style gambling scenario in medieval England? Why, of course. Indiana Jones-style treasure hunts? Mark it down. It was all the worst kind of TV rubbish and forgot what Robin Hood was all about – robbing the rich, scrapes on the open road and much japery. With this in mind, I sat there on Saturday night, mouth agape – the last episode was fantastic and I could not believe it.
The episode was a feature-length affair, with two distinguishable parts – the first showed Robin and his crew trapped in a barn surrounded by the Sheriff’s mercenaries. While Robin pined for Marian, there was much honest talking going on – Much (surely the most irritating sidekick since Jar Jar Binks) had a go at Robin for treating him like an idiot (well, you would wouldn’t you), Jack and Will proclaimed true love for each other and John broke down at the thought of his lost wife and son.
Meanwhile, Marian was getting into trouble with the Sheriff, and was carted off to the Holy Land, to witness the Sheriff’s grand plan – to kill King Richard. The one with the lionheart.
But Alan A Dale (who had betrayed Robin) decided the mission wasn’t for him, and he went off to save Robin and his old pals.
The next part took place in the Holy Land, with Robin and co looking for the King to warn him that the Sheriff was in town and wanted him dead. But that dastardly Sheriff had got there first, and hired a messenger (posing as a minion of the Arab king) to tell Richard to meet his master alone in the desert to discuss peace, and to warn him that a man would be coming to try and protect him while actually trying to kill him.
When Robin showed up, the King was shocked to find that it was his old friend the Hoodster who was the man sent to kill him. Despite Robin’s protests, the merry men were dragged off to the desert, were tied up and left to burn.
They escaped, of course, saved the King and went after the Sheriff, and things came to an exciting climax in a Holy Land town, where lots of arrows were flying about. Unfortunately, Marian was fatally wounded by Guy of Gosborne, who couldn’t come to terms with the fact that she was still in love with Robin. Marian died in Robin’s arms.
Phew! Now THIS was more like it – plenty of action, simple story befitting time period, and lots and lots of buckles well and truly swashed. I loved it. In fact I almost cried when Marian died!
So please, please, please… when it comes back next year, keep the stories simple, believable and go heavy on the original romance of the original Robin Hood myth. Don’t bugger about with casinos featuring roulette tables made out of grass and stuff. Keep up to this standard, and I might even watch it.
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