Sherlock, the reboot which has Holmes texting to taunt Lestrade and Watson recently returned from Afghanistan, is a kick. Episode one (of three) recreates “A Study in Scarlet” with a lot of nice flourishes that an old Holmesteader could enjoy while delighting the complete newbie sitting on the couch next to me, aping the stiff arrogant voice of Benedict Cumberbatch, who nails his portrayal of Holmes. Martin Freeman is another precisely-calibrated choice, reminding of and revising our sense of Watson. We’ll see where it goes, but while I sort of enjoyed Guy Ritchie’s manic boys-will-be-etc. hyperbole, this was a lot better. . .
I saw the first episode and quite liked it, but apparently not enough to bother watching any others. I wasn’t entirely sure it was worth my time. It seemed very long though I liked the leads.
Yeah, episode 2 was more of a snoozer. I, too, liked the leads, and the sly uses of familiar tropes and details…. and we’re hoping for more whiz-bang fun in the last one, maybe if Moriarty makes an appearance.
Hey, you know what sucks? “Young Sherlock Holmes.” The only good part was when Watson put his penis in a box of popcorn at the movie theater and got Holmes to touch it.
Is that silver screen memory autobiographical or aspirational? Perhaps Almodovarian?
I thought this was superb. Certainly the second episode is a bit of a let down, but the third is a great piece of TV. It is impossible to watch without thinking of Doctor Who, both because Steven Moffat is involved and because Cumberbatch plays Holmes as a kind of manic Doctor. And Moriarty (Andrew Scott) evokes the John Sims incarnation of the Master. In any case, regardless of the Doctor who connections, this is well made and really compelling stuff.