Robin Hood

Out of the clear blue, my friend and Bows-man, Geordie Speak invited me to go see Ridley Scott’s Robin Hood. Also in our merry band: Ben Ewart, Woodsman and deadly with a hockey stick. Ben and I traveled far and joined up with Geordie on the borders of Yogurtland. From there, we traveled east across the street to the theater. Once we purchased our replenishments we made haste for our seats. My cunning and scouting skills were rewarded with three of the finest seats in all the theater!

Our timing was perfect for just as we were seated, the wench began her plea for our business. Making claim to it’s conveniences in her life in Las Vegas where she forgets Hugh Heffner and tends to the needs of the wise Wizard, Criss Angel. After an assortment of funny trailers it was SHOWTIME!

That’s when the math got all screwy. Great director + great actor + insanely great actress = great movie, right? Not right. Unright. I don’t know what happened. I didn’t care about any of the characters for the first quarter of the movie. It picked up a little when we meet Max Van Sydow’s Sir Walter Loxley and we got to see Cate Blanchett and Russell Crowe do some acting together. It’s just that we’ve seen it all before and not in the good way. Since they were telling a “before Robin Hood became Robin Hood” we didn’t get any of the fun Robin Hood stuff. We got hints, but it just wasn’t enough.

I don’t hate anybody involved with this movie, BUT I Did Hate the movie. Sad.


  1. You actually DO hate a movie time and again.