First, let us pause while I lift a ladylike handkerchief and dab daintily at the drool running out of both sides of my mouth. Robert Downey, Jr. Jude Law.
BUT THAT ISN’T WHAT I’M THINKING ABOUT.
I’m thinking that this was a movie made for young people. You know how us old folks say that young people mumble, but young people always understand one another just fine? Well, in this movie, Sherlock Holmes talks very fast and low and slurry, just like young people do. It must be so cool to be able to understand everything he says, while your elders are all going, “What?” I don’t remember those days, myself; I think maybe I always was a slow listener.
I’m thinking it’s cool to see Holmes portrayed as the social dysfunctional he was, and Watson portrayed as the impulsive, romantic, man of action that HE was. Read the dang stories! The Holmes in this movie is too comfortable with smoochiness to correspond well with the rest of his portrayal or with Doyle’s characterization. But I’m willing to overlook that.
I’m thinking how odd it seemed to see an entire movie with lots of action/adventure and no gore, no loving lingering on gushing blood or guts or dismemberment, no sex, and the explosions muted and slow-motion. The fight scenes were mostly of two kinds: Holmes plans his moves in advance in grisly detail and then makes the moves ba-boom-boom, and several fights are going on at once with some of them happening partly out of sight. Interesting.
The clothes and sets — the entire visual experience of this movie was delicious. I wish I had seen it on the big screen. Except that the villain, who looked like a cross between Nosferatu and an Edward Gorey drawing, might have been entirely too creepy seen large.
Glad I saw it.
A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: Write a fight scene.