Ok, possibly goofy, but most probably very very goth for Robo. I was perusing Michael Moorcock's Multiverse and it looks like that Universal has paid the second installment of their film options on Elric of Melniboné, so it may be a movie someday. Here's the official forum thread on multiverse.org

Here's a quote from Moorcock about why he waited so long to sell the rights:

However, I held back from selling Elric to the movies for many years, even after LOTR started to come out. The reasons I decided to go with the Weitz brothers was that they knew the material and it is now possible, partly thanks to developments in LOTR, to tell a story without getting bogged down in what the effects dept. says it can and can't do.
It should be possible to achieve pretty much everything we'd want to do now. My only anxiety at the moment is that so many bad movies will follow on the successes of LOTR (or TROY, even) that Elric will get tarred with the same brush. While LOTR remained the clear example, I felt we had a chance of making a good Elric movie. I still feel that we do, but the water has become seriously muddied by the stuff which rode in on Gandalf's bandwagon. Somehow one has to step away from all that and convince people that the Elric story has its own integrity, sets its own terms. I happen to believe the Weitz brothers can do that, but I actually believe it's harder for them now than it might have been immediately after LOTR started cleaning up at the box office (and with the Oscars).
Currently I'm looking at the trailer for Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow and thinking 'Bugger — there goes any chance of making a good movie from Warlord of the Air'.

And more from why he never identified with LOTR:
"There was so much unexploded ordnance drifting about when I was a lad, that we had a method of holding a shell in a vice and whacking the firing pin with a hammer to try to fire it. We also used to chip out of the explosive for various uses and would have battles with rough-and-ready hand-grenades made from 'litle demons' and cotton reels. You lit the firework just before throwing it. Maybe, with WW2 so recently over, none of this seemed as bad as it might today, but I don't remember any especially serious injuries, unless you count my shooting Robin Good in the knee with a modified arrow (you took off the 'tournament' heads and replaced them with dart heads), something he richly deserved, as all but Good agreed. My daughter has a book on the subject called Swings and Roundabouts in which she argues that children are far too supervised in their play, these days. Of course one of our contemporaries WAS Derek Bentley, who was hanged for his part in the cop-killing in Croydon, though we happened to think Chris Craig, who actually shot the cop, was a psychopath and would have nothing to do with him. Maybe all this goes some way to showing why I couldn't stand the conspiritorial tones of Tolkien or Uncle Mac of the BBC Children's Hour ? We were closer to being Orcs than Elves…"

Even better:
"I got a lot of my favourite books in the old second hand bookshops which used to be all over Leeds and which vanished with city improvement schemes. I must also admit that I and my friends attacked a local filling station as boys — using flaming arrows, fireworks and various other inflammable items. Of course we didn't realise the danger we were putting people in and were rather astonished when the staff started running like buggery for their lives. This didn't give us any satisfaction, I have to say. It dawned on us that maybe it hadn't been such a good idea. Reason for the attack was the grumpy old bugger running the garage. We were lucky not to get caught, looking back."

And more on growing up during WWII in Britain…
"Yes, I'm amazed how we survived. We even had sten guns with the breeches blocked (and easily unblocked) for our first toys! I still wonder at the strangeness of playing with war toys during the blackout. I remember getting a toy searchlight (Britain's) and ack ack gun and crew for Christmas and playing with it while bombs rained down on the neighbours. Didn't turn me into a fascist warmonger, however, the way Orwell might have predicted it would. "