the last stand of robin hood
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-seven years and one million words
I took the boy to see the farewell performance of "The Heart of Robin Hood" today. I have to say it was substantially better than I expected; very well plotted, with a more modern interpretation, with better music, and a less cartoonish form of action.
There were so many little touches, from the slightly clownish but otherwise sophisticated villain and his Road Warrior muscle to the updated storyline – in which Robin Hood is just a common thug until Main Marian takes to a more noble form of highwayman lifestyle to show him how it should be done.
And Ken loved it. I asked him what he thought, and he gave it a thumbs up. Then two. Then showed all ten fingers up. As I put him to bed he told me it was a day he'd remember 'til he dies.