Sherlock: Not $hit

Day 49. 128 pages, 62,495 words.

Well, turns out the new Sherlock was still on Netflix even though it wasn’t on our watchlist, so I quickly added it there just in case (and you know what? Battlestar Galactica was there too, so I added that as well and I have no idea why everyone was making me think these shows were gone), and we started to watch it last night.

So far we’ve only watched A Study In Pink (heh), so I’ll be doing my best to avoid spoilers insofar as that idea has any meaning in a reboot of a hundred-plus-year-old set of stories. And we enjoyed the feature-length pilot episode through a joyous evening of Wump coughing herself to a vomiting fit, poor little mite. Fortunately Toop, who is also sick, has dealt with it in the way she’s found effective in all situations – by eating a lot and sleeping like a coma patient.

Anyway, it was good. The show, I mean. A nice modernisation of the classic story. I was dubious about a 21st Century version of Sherlock, but it seemed to work. I liked the recreation of the ‘Watson’s pocket-watch’ scene, and I liked the way his deductions were spelled out – literally – in the air. Very nice.

I also liked the touch of Guy Ritchie music throughout. Nice little surreal bit of meta-continuity, and seemed to work just as well in the modern day as the late 19th Century setting. Watson was nicely cast, it’s good to see Freeman getting a role where he has a bit of spine for once, even if it’s Watson-spine. Beautiful to see him immediately falling in love with the female NPCs, too. Or currently-NPCs.

I figured out Mycroft from the start, the ‘archenemy’ red herring was a bit crass but he’s well cast too, nice to see Moffat got Professor Lazarus back for that. Oh, the circle of British entertainment goes around and around. And Cumberbatch is a way more convincing Holmes than Khan.

Cool stuff.

Sad, though, that Watson could be a veteran of the Afghanistan war in both versions.

About Hatboy

I’m not often driven to introspection or reflection, but the question does come up sometimes. The big question. So big, there’s just no containing it within the puny boundaries of a single set of punctuationary bookends. Who are these mysterious and unsung heroes of obscurity and shadow? What is their origin story? Do they have a prequel trilogy? What are their secret identities? What are their public identities, for that matter? What are their powers? Their abilities? Their haunted pasts and troubled futures? Their modus operandi? Where do they live anyway, and when? What do they do for a living? Do they really have these fantastical adventures, or is it a dazzlingly intellectual and overwrought metaphor? Or is it perhaps a smug and post-modern sort of metaphor? Is it a plain stupid metaphor, hedged around with thick wads of plausible deniability, a soap bubble of illusory plot dependent upon readers who don’t dare question it for fear of looking foolish? A flight of fancy, having dozed off in front of the television during an episode of something suitably spaceship-oriented? Do they have a quest, a handler, a mission statement, a department-level development objective in five stages? I am Hatboy.
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3 Responses to Sherlock: Not $hit

  1. aaronthepatriot says:

    As nice as you were to the show, you sound lukewarm. I think you shall not be, quite soon. I will not tell you how many more episodes out I am making that prediction until after. Feel free to post a “holy shit that was awesome” so I know it was time. *grin*

    • stchucky says:

      Now we’ve seen as far as “The Hounds of Baskerville”, very fun stuff!

      I saw the episode you were talking about where he was correcting grammar but then not caring about whether the Earth revolved around the sun. That did seem weird to me. While I can see where they’re going with it – he has an extremely narrow and close-up view and as long as things are universal enough not to directly affect him they don’t matter, and the bad grammar was affecting him while the relative positions of Earth and sun were not – it just didn’t mesh with his “truth is more important than convenience or comfort” mind-set.

  2. Linza says:

    Oh for fuck’s sake. So how do we stop this? And what is “this” anyway? And why do we all look so funky?
    Original text:

    Mrs. Hudson is my favorite.

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