In 2006, the BBC released a “younger, edgier” TV series based on the Robin Hood legend, starring Jonas Armstrong, Lucy Griffiths, Keith Allen, and Richard Armitage.
It ran (officially) for three seasons. But in my mind, Robin Hood ended when season two ended.
I should probably note at this point – spoilers! If you plan on watching Robin Hood and don’t want to be a leeetle spoiled, don’t read on, yeah?
Robin Hood was fantastically funny and lighthearted at times, with endearing characters, compelling enough storyline, and…really good baddies! Not just your stock standard evil guys; the Sheriff and Sir Guy were as popular as they come.
Robin and his merry band of thieves fought for Nottingham and King Richard for a quite fun-filled two years. And then Lucy Griffiths announced she was leaving. She played Maid Marion.
So as to not spoil the ending entirely, I won’t go into detail of how she left the series. But you can probably imagine.
She wasn’t the only major character to leave; two important members of the band, Will Scarlett, and Jaq, also departed from the show.
So at the time, one wondered – would season three work with new characters, new dynamic, new goals?
Nope. Season three of Robin Hood was one of the saddest degradations of both show and characters I loved, that I’ve had the misfortune to watch. And what made it so sad?
It lost it’s fun. Everyone was so serious, all the time. Any attempt at humour felt trite and unnatural. They added new, annoyingly bossy characters (as opposed to adding characters that we could learn to like) and changed our lovable regulars into caricatures of their former roles.
I stopped watching. It got so bad, I couldn’t bear to see how it ended (though online spoilers have told me what happened…good grief). Not only did the new story not meet the previous season’s standard, but…for me it was watching characters I loved die a slow, painful, miserable death.
For my own love of Robin Hood, I need to forget season three ever existed.