The Fabric of my Life and Russell the Magnificent

You’ve seen the cotton commercials, right? Of course you have. Everyone’s watched them! They get some musical artist to sing a little song about how cotton is “the fabric of [their] life.” Now, to me, saying that something makes up the fabric of your life sounds deep. For instance, if I were to describe the fabric of my life, I would say that it was made up of music and books, of family and friends, of deep discussions and laughter. Apparently I’m not literal enough to write commercials. And honestly, do you only wear cotton? I see a lot of acrylics and polyester going on out there. Personally, I’d love to say that wool was the fabric of my life. It isn’t true, but I love it. Ooh! Or maybe linen! I like to iron things, so that would be perfect, minus the starch. I mean, when I see ‘cotton,’ I think baggy shirts or stiff summer dresses—I’m not thinking “oh my gosh, that just makes my LIFE!” Someone should be fired.

Okay, my ADD moment is over; on to the most important subject of the week: commercials are out advertising the new Robin Hood! Starring Russell Crowe and Cate Blanchett! I’m more excited than I have been in about three years! (My mind is screaming like an eleven-year-old, hence the egregious amount of exclamation points.) Cotton may make some people’s lives, but Russell C and Cate B make mine. Honestly, I think Cate Blanchett has to be one of the most breathtaking women alive, not to mention inconceivably talented. I’m pretty sure that I’ve mentioned my regard for Russell Crowe before, so I’ll cut it out…until after the film actually comes out. Really, though—I was bouncing up and down like a kid on Christmas Eve—it was intense. I’ve been waiting quasi-patiently for more news to come out about the film, and then, to my intense delight, a preview came on during Project Runway. It was like the angels were singing. I would have screamed, but my mother was asleep, so I decided to be considerate. The preview played AGAIN last night, and the effect was pretty much the same. MAY 14th, PEOPLE! BE THERE! If you claim to love good film, it isn’t an option. I mean, Robin Hood was sort of a big thing to me during childhood. I wasn’t exactly a model of femininity, so I always had men for role models. Robin Hood was one of them. Last year, I renewed the novelty by watching all three seasons of BBC’s series, titled (originally) “Robin Hood.” I should probably spend more time writing about this series (considering the amount of time I spent watching it over Christmas break), but I’ll just tell you that it’s corny, sweet, and stars the attractive-in-a-rough-way Jonas Armstrong (and you can download it instantly on Netflix; YAY!). Don’t blame me if you don’t like it; I can’t explain why I like it. Let’s put it this way: I actually sat down to watch an entire episode because I realized that Richard Armitage plays a central role. I was hooked. Back to Robin Hood. Basically, I don’t think this is going to be your childhood Robin. Crowe always seems to play some pretty gritty characters, so look for depth and oh-so-much action! Excuse me while I go make myself a count-down calendar decorated with little pictures of the evolution of the character.