I have a confession to make. It's not right and I'm not proud of it, but here it is. I've had a weekend of cheesey Kevin Costner movies and now I'm wondering why Robin Hood isn't pledging eternal love to me. Please, before you give up on me let me defend myself (if such a defense is possible when discussing Kevin Costner movies).

I'm dogsitting for my cousin and Saturday found me on the couch trying to avoid the boisterous licking of a 9-month-old doberman puppy and doing homework. TBS had The Bodyguard on and I thought, what better to have on in the background while I read a little Nietzsche? Well, after The Bodyguard came the Upside of Anger. That one almost got a tear, it was surprisingly good. So here I am, reading theory, being licked by a puppy, feeling lonely and there is Kevin Costner preying on my poor defenseless soul. I know people have used the Devil as an excuse for their actions in the past, this time I'm using Costner. I think that's justifiable.

So tonight as I sit trying to prepare class tomorrow and finish homework I find myself watching Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves. First off I'm horrified that Robin Hood didn't make it onto any of my lists; granted he's more a bowman than a swordsman, but that character deserves serious love, and I'll have to get to that. Secondly, Kevin Costner or not I love that movie. And finally, I'm so darned ashamed that Kevin Costner can make me sappy. I imagine this is the sort of dirty feeling someone has when she discovers she has a likeness for mullets or spandex. It's unnatural. It's not okay. And yet, I just can't fight this feeling anymore.

But on to the matter at heart--let's have a conversation about Robin Hood. He's always been right up there with Zorro in my childhood love. I mean, I seriously loved this guy growing up. He was debonair, an excellent fighter, a natural with the ladies, and a man who fought the establishment for the good of the people. The more of my childhood movies I watch, the more I discover where all my crazy libertarian ways came from. Though, in my defense, I've been a fighter for the people for as long as I can remember. Obviously I was a revolutionary in a former life.

In any case, there isn't a great point to this except to confess my sins to the world. Said puppy is now sleeping on my leg looking absoluetly adorable and I can almost forget how little I've slept or how much I'm covered in dog slobber. Almost. Doubtless, in just a few minutes she'll wake up, blink her big brown eyes, give a cute yawn, and fart. Then she'll lick me. Then she'll bark.

Maybe that's why I like old Kevin. He doesn't try to lure you in with cuteness or good acting. He says, "hey, I did Waterworld. You know exactly what you're getting into." I appreciate that kind of honesty in a man. It's admirable, even if most of the movies aren't.