So, sometime back, Susan blogged about the BBC series, Robin Hood. And I checked out some fan clips on You Tube. And then the episodes were available on Netflix and I’d finished Rome, so really, why not…?
Tonight, I watched the first disk of Robin Hood.
Oh my!
The Old Man, drawn by the inexplicable power of the camp, sat and watched it with me, and we giggled the whole way through. Stephanie came in later and the three of us kept up a steady stream of laughter and banter and merry men jokes. Ohhhhh was this series up to merry men jokes.
Random slow motion, jump cuts, absolute CHEESE dialogue.
I was giggling with pure 14-year-old glee, the same way I do whenever I watch The 300.
The dialogue is just this side of cheesy, the situations and particularly the fight scenes more than a little ridiculous, but oh, I love all of these characters! I love them love them, every one.
Upon realizing my giggling was not at the badness, but in glee, the Old Man said, “This show is almost as bad as Flash Gordon! You’ll watch this show but not Flash Gordon!”
“This show has way hotter guys than Flash Gordon,” I said. “The only reason you watch that show is for those chicks with the bouncing boobs.”
“OK, that’s true.”
“And I’m watching this show because Robin is hot and Marion shoots people!”
Mmmm…. Robin Hood guys: sly, scrawny, witty little tricksters.
Not at all like geeky hardware guys.
Shut up.
In any case, it’s a wonderfully campy show.
Glee, I tell you. Girlish glee.
