Sherlock Holmes is gay, or, in Guy Ritchie's new film (A Game of Shadows), at least bisexual.
I'm fine with that. In fact, despite groans from the purists, I'm fine with most of Ritchie's reinterpretation.
I've read most of the Holmes canon (albeit not recently) and let the purists howl, but let's get this straight; the Holmes stories aren't always, or even often, really mysteries. The purists have it wrong.
Holmes stories are certainly not mysteries in the Agatha Christie sense of "here are all the suspects introduced at the beginning and here are the clues all laid out for you to find."
Holmes is a superhuman superhero, finding clues that only he can see, making connections only he can make. Readers have no chance to see these clues, to make these connections. And that's not the point anyway. Holmes' stories are often adventure stories, science fiction stories, stories about battling the abuse of power (particularly patriarchal power) and even evil itself.
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Downey's portrayal of Sherlock Holmes, Wing Chun Kung Fu expert, is a stroke of genius. He externalizes internal processes, which is what cinema is all about. He radically reinvents Holmes as a man for our age. And remember, Holmes puts up his dukes, and wins, several times in the books.
Bottom line. I thought the latest film was pretty damn cool. And yet there's something about it that doesn't completely satisfy.
A love relationship between Holmes and Watson is neither a new or unusual idea.
But Ritchie opens the closet. Holmes loves Watson ... not necessarily physically ... but loves nonetheless. Bummer though; it's mostly played as camp. Cue nervous laughter. It would have been sweeter to play it a bit more realistically ... dare I say straight. The camp introduces a strain of self-mockery, distancing audiences from fully investing in the characters.
Holmes 2 is louder than Holmes 1. The action quotient has increased. But even for a pop culture action flick, the pacing is too frenetic by half. (I'd call the shootout in the woods this film's bridge too far.) There isn't time or space for emotional resonance.
What the film gets wrong isn't the kung fu, the gay, the explosions ... well maybe some of the explosions. What it gets wrong is that it forgets that the loudest loud has impact only in contrast to the quietest quiet; light exists only in contrast to dark.
The movie deserves better.
But the final meeting with Holmes and Professor Moriarty nearly compensates. Intellectually matched, Moriarty's lack of humanity is matched and overcome not by Holmes' superhuman genius or prowess. In the end, Moriarty is overcome by Holmes' humanity. I don't think any actor but Downey could have pulled that off. That satisfied. More of that sooner would have been good.
This is a good movie. It could have been a much better movie, and in one, near-final scene, it is nearly a great movie.
Note: The subtext about war on behalf of a military industrial is canny for its connection to Holmes' creator Arthur Conan Doyle, who lost many family members in World War I.
This review by Scott Mendelson is an interesting one. I'll post any others I come across that seem especially good.
(Lots of little tweaks done here Dec. 22)
I'm fine with that. In fact, despite groans from the purists, I'm fine with most of Ritchie's reinterpretation.
I've read most of the Holmes canon (albeit not recently) and let the purists howl, but let's get this straight; the Holmes stories aren't always, or even often, really mysteries. The purists have it wrong.
Holmes stories are certainly not mysteries in the Agatha Christie sense of "here are all the suspects introduced at the beginning and here are the clues all laid out for you to find."
Holmes is a superhuman superhero, finding clues that only he can see, making connections only he can make. Readers have no chance to see these clues, to make these connections. And that's not the point anyway. Holmes' stories are often adventure stories, science fiction stories, stories about battling the abuse of power (particularly patriarchal power) and even evil itself.
<May contain spoilers>
Downey's portrayal of Sherlock Holmes, Wing Chun Kung Fu expert, is a stroke of genius. He externalizes internal processes, which is what cinema is all about. He radically reinvents Holmes as a man for our age. And remember, Holmes puts up his dukes, and wins, several times in the books.
Bottom line. I thought the latest film was pretty damn cool. And yet there's something about it that doesn't completely satisfy.
A love relationship between Holmes and Watson is neither a new or unusual idea.
But Ritchie opens the closet. Holmes loves Watson ... not necessarily physically ... but loves nonetheless. Bummer though; it's mostly played as camp. Cue nervous laughter. It would have been sweeter to play it a bit more realistically ... dare I say straight. The camp introduces a strain of self-mockery, distancing audiences from fully investing in the characters.
Holmes 2 is louder than Holmes 1. The action quotient has increased. But even for a pop culture action flick, the pacing is too frenetic by half. (I'd call the shootout in the woods this film's bridge too far.) There isn't time or space for emotional resonance.
The movie deserves better.
But the final meeting with Holmes and Professor Moriarty nearly compensates. Intellectually matched, Moriarty's lack of humanity is matched and overcome not by Holmes' superhuman genius or prowess. In the end, Moriarty is overcome by Holmes' humanity. I don't think any actor but Downey could have pulled that off. That satisfied. More of that sooner would have been good.
This is a good movie. It could have been a much better movie, and in one, near-final scene, it is nearly a great movie.
Note: The subtext about war on behalf of a military industrial is canny for its connection to Holmes' creator Arthur Conan Doyle, who lost many family members in World War I.
This review by Scott Mendelson is an interesting one. I'll post any others I come across that seem especially good.
(Lots of little tweaks done here Dec. 22)










