Robin Hood

Robin Hood has lost his way

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For those of us whose fondest memories of Robin Hood on screen are either Richard Greene appropriately resplendent in green as he rides through an immaculate (and studio-bound) Sherwood Forest or Errol Flynn’s similarly heroic and dashing Robin, our happy associations with the character are about to be sorely tested. Last week saw Hugh Jackman assume the role of the bow-quiverer in the suitably downbeat The Death of Robin Hood, which imagines the legendary outlaw less as the heroic figure of yore, stealing from the rich and giving to the poor, and more as a near-psychotic vagrant who commits horrific acts of violence towards anyone who gets in his way, including women and children.

Film and TV are run by satanists

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I once came up with a brilliant idea for a children’s Sunday-evening TV series. It would follow the adventures of young Jesus in Britain, circa AD 16, and his rich, tin-trading great uncle Joseph of Arimathea. There’d be dragons and giants and lots demonic figures, all trying to kill the boy Messiah before He achieved his true purpose. And young Jesus would continually be constrained from using any of His real powers because it was all a secret and His time had not yet come. If you’re clever, you can probably guess the title. But it’s never going to get made because a) I haven’t written it and b) the film and TV worlds are run by satanists. Not literal satanists, perhaps. Well, not all of them.