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Entry — a couple of years ago shy a couple of months:
I just can’t bring myself to watch Season 2. I know something bad happens, and I don’t want to know what it is.
A few days later:
Even though I’m going to visit my mother for a while, I’m taking the DVDs with me. Somehow I can’t bear to leave them at home. Not sure I’ll have time to watch since I’ve got something pretty grave to deal with. But I’ll try. Still dreading the ending.
A couple of weeks later:
Uh, I’m not sure what to say. I’m dumbfounded. Talk about my head spinning around. I think it fell off at the end.
The last DVD broke when I threw it across the room. There’s now a crack in the middle. Not sure how I’m going to fix that. Do I even want to?!!
What a WASTE OF MY TIME!!! Damn those writers!! They royally messed this up!
It’s amazing how invested in these characters I became. Well, I’m invested in Guy and in Marian because she means so much to Guy. Everyone else is more or less a prop. Oh, I like the actor who plays Robin Hood. He’s a doll, and I am curious what else he’s been in, but his character is no match for the charisma that is Guy. About the only character who can really draw some attention when Guy is around, besides Marian (who gets almost all of Guy’s attention), is the Sheriff. I’ve heard of the actor who plays him, Keith Allen. Don’t remember what he’s been in, but just remember he’s a comedian. He’s hilarious and menacing in this. I love his interaction with Guy even if Guy is a tool.
But all that goes out the window when Marian is in the picture or Guy is thinking about her being in the picture. I thought when I saw North and South that Richard Armitage could never again pull off that kind of intensity about a woman. I was wrong. So wrong. But really, that’s not all this is about. It’s not just about the obsession with Marian. It’s about the obsession with being someone worthy. Guy is desperate for recognition, and it jumps off the screen and grabs me and almost rips my heart from my chest. And Marian. What can I say?
The last time I remember crying like this at a series is when I watched Lassie as a kid. Lassie was always involved in a crisis and somehow got lost or seemed to, and Timmy would call and call for Lassie to come home and that haunting theme song with the whistling would start, and I would sit there sobbing with big tears rolling down my cheeks. Mom would come in and offer to turn it off, and something came from my toes, “NOOOO!” That’s how it’s been with Guy. He’s lost but I can’t look away, and just thinking about him makes me choke up. What the hell is wrong with me? Those writers. If I could get my hands on them. It’s a good thing I can’t. I think Heathcliff was supposed to make me feel this way, but I hated Wuthering Heights. But that was a long time ago. Maybe I need to read it again since I can’t seem to get enough of this torture. No. This is enough.
Oh, I just thought I was hooked on the first season of Robin Hood. So what now? I have to find out what happens to Guy. Is there even going to be a third season? So far I can’t find anything. Someone said something on IMDb, but it’s not definitive. Must find out.
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