Okay, I have been bitten by the little green monster. I’m envious of anyone whose cable or satellite system carries BBC America. My cable company does not. I’m sure there are many reasons to regret not getting that channel since I so often love their shows once I get to see them via Netflix or A&E.
But what’s my specific reason at the moment? Robin Hood, Season One. Folks, this is one delicious series. I recently rented the first season (2006) and have a long wait until Season Two will be out on DVD. One warning: Anachronisms. As a fan of A Knight’s Tale, I have no problem with intentional anachronisms. That’s good, because this light-hearted version of Robin Hood is riddled with them. But it’s all done with such charm and fun. However, if anachronisms bother you, you might want to skip this one.
And writers, take note. Guy of Gisborne, as played by
Richard Armitage, is one luscious villain. He’s a very bad dude (and I mean very, very bad), and yet he has moments when he is tempted to be good (for the love of the Lady Marian, of course). Mr. Armitage is the reason I stumbled upon this series in the first place. He played the hero in North & South (a series set in England, not during the Civil War in America), and I went looking for other movies he is in. I’m now a big fan.
And here’s a shout out for the adorable Robin Hood, played by Jonas Armstrong. He makes me laugh, and I’m rooting for him every step of the way. It is amazing that Robin and his very small band of men (and one woman, not Lady Marian) can beat the bad guys who out number them every single time. Still, it’s such fun to watch them do it, I don’t care that it stretches credibility to the limit.
And finally there’s Robin’s right hand man, Much (played by Sam Troughton). I am so very fond of this character. I wish I’d written him into one of my books. By series end, I sure hope he gets the estate that Robin of Locksley promised him on their way back from the crusades. He deserves it.