Am I sorry? No.
Do I recant my earlier statements? No.
Will I miss it? Yes.
Last week, I harangued about how Legend of the Seeker, a comically serious high-fantasy TV series, was leading its viewers on a exhausting scavenger hunt through a wilderness of narrative muck. However, I suppose my rants are all ultimately futile, because Monday LotS producers announced they would not shoot a third season of the show. In other words, Seeker is being canceled. Bridget Regan said in a recent tweet: "Got some news that Seeker is no more. So sad to say goodbye to my NZ family but excited for what's next." Yes, friends, we must bid farewell to this marvel of broadcasting.
I thought that we could take a moment, then to, not mourn its passing, but to celebrate its life. Let's remember the fond memories we've shared with Richard, Kahlan, Zedd, and Cara. Let's recall all the excitement, passion, and crazy-sweet sword fights we've had together these two happy years. It's what the cast would want us to do.
Hence, let's go back, all the way back to the pilot, back when Legend of the Seeker was just a wee toddler finding its way through the savage environment of today's mass media. Remember when we first met Richard? Wasn't it marvelous to watch his character develop from good-natured woodsman to good-natured super-warrior in a period of an hour? Remember when Zedd named him Seeker, and Richard stood in a circle of fire, held his sword aloft, lightning struck it, and he didn't even flinch? I sure do. After that episode, I went out in a field and mimicked the scene. It didn't really work; it was clear that night.
Remember the time when that D'Haran was about to shoot Kahlan with a crossbow, but Richard freaking threw the Sword of Truth at him and sploit! it went straight through the man? How about when Richard blew up a fort and the explosion filled the screen as he jumped to safety? Classic.
I know we all laughed ourselves to tears while watching episode 17 of the first season ("Deception"), when Kahlan, pretending to be Richard's wife, slapped him across the face. Not only that, we got to see her dodge a crossbow bolt, which, if travelling at 140 fps (95.45 mph, a good estimate of medieval crossbow velocity), would be similar to dodging a drunk cheetah driving a Lamborghini. And the Lamborghini has razor blades attached to the bumper.
Remember Chase? Why didn't we see more of him in the second season? He was the best! He was such a great foil: kind-hearted, armed to the teeth, and perfectly stocky. Indeed, he will be missed.
And how could we possibly forget those charming torture scenes with the Mord Sith? I know I was on the edge of my seat as Richard was brought to the very gates of death only to be brought back by the breath of life (which, in retrospect, can be attributed to having putrid breath ["He's dead. Maybe my garlic-laden breath will revive him. Presto!"])
Speaking of Mord Sith, let's not forget Cara. She sure was a Castle in the Sky, wasn't she? Seeing her in Victorian-era garb ("Princess") sure made my day. A great episode.
Remember Richard's sister? Neither do I.
Zedd! Oh, what a delight to the viewer! What a joy to the audience! As prescribed by Joseph Campbell, every hero needs a guide, and Zedd fulfilled his role perfectly. He had an uncanny ability of boiling down even the most complex of problems to a simple explanation: "powerful magic." My heart melted when he fried enemies with his wizard's fire, and I held my breath as he blasted baddies away using his . . . wizard's sonic boom. Alas, he will never see him with a beard!
We cannot neglect mentioning the fabulous cinematography. Consider the superfluous slow-motion action sequences, perfectly choreographed, perfectly displayed! How can we forget the marvelous environment, that same landscape through which the Fellowship of the Ring transversed? Such mountains! Such forests! Such green fields! Ah, New Zealand! It's just like Middle-earth . . . and the Midlands!
In conclusion, I will tell you this: we will not forget you, Legend of the Seeker. You will not be forgotten. Even though you take up residence in that big television set in the sky to reside with Firefly, Martial Law, Dark Angel, and Joan of Arcadia, your memory will live on through us. May the spirits guide you.
If, by some miracle or "powerful magic," they end up continuing the series . . . forget I ever said this.
Thanks for reading.