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Warning! This rant contains spoilers on the first episode of the third series. Players warned ...

Once upon a time Fata Morgana.
Yes, I speak of Fata Morgana: The bad bad, even if she lacked not admirers. That he hated Uther for the first trumpet was a betrayal and her mother had then trimmed in marriage to an old man. The one that Arthur had met him once by accident at a bonfire with friends, and between, "O dark sea" and a sip of wine Okay, there was also over in bed, but hey, we're young and these things happen!
Now, it's good that everyone has always been a bit 'as has been described to them, but one thing was quite agree: Morgana against Uther and Arthur had only resentment, and regret very little. And why should have? There was no reason. And I'm there, everything sensatissimo. So much so that Morgana m'è always liked a lot.
Then comes the BBC, and I explained that, to, looks a bit ', Morgana is Uther protected, which in practice has raised since he was ten years old, and Arthur's blood ties with her not missed by mistake, but hell if they are brother and sister more than they have ever been! And I, I mean, I'm watching a TV show in which Merlin instead of having a beard has the hormone-ball, not shock me that much. Indeed, cool! Interesting that Morgana. Interesting character development, fantastic his inner struggle between what is his affection for the family (Uther, Arthur, Gwen, Gaius and Merlin himself) and what is its nature instead of a witch, but especially those which are the principles of liberal women. I do not care if it is not realistic for the time, I mean when Merlin is on the pillory pull potatoes and tomatoes, who cares! The beauty of this series is not verisimilitude, is the development of the characters.
So beautiful, fantastic penultimate episode of the first series, in which she decides to betray Uther but in the end is corroded by guilt and affection, and especially the hope that he can change. Everything makes perfect sense, I like it a lot. Go from there, right? So I mean, not literally ... Uther change does not change at all. So you might as well, leave as where you left off. Uther makes things that can run the ball to Morgan! I know that Morgan is in the end I am exhausted, and Uther decides that expensive, the affection we're done, now we have only hatred and a desire for revenge.
So Uther Morgana hates, and wants his downfall. I'm there.
hates Merlin, the last few time I have seen has tried to poison her. I'm here.
Only when I must have missed how and why Arthur and Morgana now hates Gwen. Do not just get there.
I mean, I want to say that we took Morgana, we contextualized, stuck in an unfortunate situation in which she grew up there with Arthur and he, in fact, has never done anything to be hated by her ( Indeed, more than once disobeyed Uther to protect or to side with her), only to ensure that she does not hit him with a bat as if he had never known in his life? Just because then she'll be there with a smile most evil of the century to pat him on the shoulder while dad dies poisoned by his cold hands?
But sorry, at this point I preferred the bonfire. At least it made more sense, and it was so '60s!
All right, we hear that even Arthur. It makes no sense, but we say that the party is the brain, and not just to take revenge on Uther, wants revenge on whole Camelot, Arthur and then passes through the middle. We do that all right.
What the fuck did Gwen? It was not his best friend? The His most faithful servant? His intimate confidant? They were not themselves, in the DVD extras of the first set, and explain how Gwen was the only solid point in the life of Morgan, the only one she would never hurt or betrayed, the one with which she was not to play games power?
Ah, what a fine thing friendship.
No, but it's all very clever. I find it really a brilliant idea: take a bad bad guy, we do become good and give you every reason in the world for those who love to destroy, then it can beat the bad bad balls and become the same, without the slightest trace of remorse or even a modicum of interest to them. Once upon a time
Fata Morgana, and I think I preferred that.