The mishandling of Lu Ten's memorial rather neatly exemplifies the problem with the entire business of this adaptation: The work of so many talented artists accompanied by sunset and song, now songless and hidden by the black veil of night. The Iroh we recall: Grief-stricken but determinedly hopeful. The Iroh we see now: Broken, ruined, hopeless, and worthy of reproach. So much for the rest of it.