Showing posts with label Martin Freeman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Martin Freeman. Show all posts
Monday, January 16, 2017
Sherlock - The Final Problem - Episode Review
My review of the previous episode: The Lying Detective.
Who is Sherlock Holmes? I don't mean Benedict Cumberbatch. I mean Sherlock Holmes. The deerstalker. 221B. The legend of the Great Detective. Who is Sherlock Holmes?
Arthur Conan Doyle wasn't particularly interested in telling us. When we meet Sherlock in A Study in Scarlet, we learn almost everything we need to know about him in his first appearance. He's charming, polite, and a brilliant detective. Beyond an atypical big brother and an unremarkable background pieced together from hints, Sherlock is without a history.
Obviously, in these postmodern times, we can't just leave it at that, so Sherlock sets itself the task of unraveling the mystery of Sherlock Holmes. This is the Great Detective's origin story.
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Monday, January 9, 2017
Sherlock - The Lying Detective - Episode Review
My review of The Six Thatchers
Just when I thought Sherlock couldn't surprise me, it comes out with this. While The Lying Detective isn't quite to level of the show's highs, it corrects almost all the problems I had with the previous episode and turns the series back in a positive direction. Whether that will last is up for grabs, but I'm feeling optimistic.
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Monday, January 2, 2017
Sherlock - The Six Thatchers - Episode Review

My review of the Christmas Special
The Six Thatchers is like six different stories at once. On the one hand, you have the teasing of the Moriarty revelation at the beginning, with Sherlock being a jerk to a bunch of civil servants (you know, as I write that out, it seems less annoying than it was - and it was quite annoying). Then we jump right back into the regular routine as Sherlock solves a series of cases. A dizzying montage climaxes with a rather unlikely murder case, which is notable only because it leads Sherlock to notice the theft of a plaster bust of Margaret Thatcher.
[Spoilers]
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Sunday, January 3, 2016
Sherlock - The Abominable Bride - Review
My review of the season 3 finale
Objectively speaking, The Abominable Bride is quite bad. It’s the sort of mess of fan service, self-indulgence, and petty delay which has become a hallmark of Sherlock since The Empty Hearse. But that’s not to say it isn’t enjoyable, in all its illogical absurdity.
The episode begins with a lightning recap of the first three seasons which reminds long-time viewers of a few series high points but does little to enlighten new fans. It then gives us a “what if” transition into an alternate universe. It’s 1895, post-Reichenbach, and Watson and Holmes are returning to 221B from a case. They’re just in time to meet Lestrade, who needs Holmes’s assistance on a murder.
It all began (he informs them) when the titular bride, Emelia Ricoletti, went mad and started taking potshots from her balcony at passersby, before blowing a hole in the back of her head. Later that evening, on his way to identify her corpse, her husband was stopped in the street by a creepy-looking woman in a wedding dress.
You can see where this is going. Emelia removes her veil and plugs her husband full of lead before evaporating into the mist. A series of similar murders crop up around the country, meaning Lestrade and Watson immediately think ghost rather than copycat murderer. Thankfully, Holmes is here to remind us several times ghosts don’t exist, and poetry is never true unless you’re an idiot. Hashtag the Enlightenment. Neil deGrasse Tyson would be proud.
Coroner Hooper (Louise Brealey with a stache) confirms that the Bride is most certainly dead, so it’s even more puzzling when Holmes and Watson are referred by Mycroft (satisfying canon with extreme girth), months later, to a wife who reports her husband, Sir Eustace Carmichael, is seeing the Bride. First of all, he receives orange pips in the mail, obviously a threat (Sherlockians will recognize the reference to The Five Orange Pips), and then begins to ramble on about seeing the Bride, who has come to exact revenge for some secret sin. When Holmes and Watson visit Sir Eustace, however, he denies the accusations, dismissing his wife’s story as female hysteria (hashtag misogyny).
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
Sherlock - His Last Vow - Caring is a Disadvantage
My review of last week's episode: The Sign of Three
[Originally posted at Longview]
After
the highs of the first episode, and the lows of the second, I really wasn't
sure how to approach His Last Vow. I shouldn't have worried. It's a really
tightly scripted episode, with impeccable pacing and a bundle of surprises, if
somewhat lacking in dramatic tension compared to last season's finale.There
shall be spoilers.
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Monday, January 27, 2014
Sherlock - The Sign of Three - Episode Review
Warning:
spoiler-filled rant ahead.
And…apparently
the game is not on. It’s tradition that the middle episode of each season of
Sherlock will be the weakest, but The Sign of Three is possibly my least
favorite episode of all three season so far. The tragedy is, I know Steve
Thompson – the writer – can do better. While season one’s The Blind Banker was
corny, season two's finale The Reichenbach Fall was excellent.
But
let’s get down to it: the first thirty minutes are great. We’re thrown back
into the swing of things, as Sherlock starts to deal with the idea of life
without single John. “It changes people, marriage,” says Mrs. Hudson, widow of
a double-murderer. The wedding itself starts about twenty minutes in—naturally
we completely skip any proceedings inside the church and fast-forward to the
reception. A group of amusing flashbacks show Sherlock organizing the wedding,
warning off Mary’s ex-boyfriend and having a brief Iron-Man-3-esque personal
cute kid. Sherlock has a conversation with Mycroft which, once again,
emphasizes how much the wedding is going to change the Watson-Holmes
relationship.
Then
comes the speech, which I expected to last about five, maybe ten,
minutes. My first mistake.
Monday, January 20, 2014
Sherlock - The Empty Hearse - Episode Review
(Originally posted at Longview.)
Okay,
so yeah, I'm going to be talking about everything that happened. And what
happened last season. If you want a spoiler free review...go elsewhere, and
good luck. However, I will attempt to keep the third season spoilers above the
break. If you’ve come here looking for a review pointing out some hitherto
unnoticed aspect in a well-crafted, tightly edited essay, you’re looking in the
wrong place—this is just my impression, over-long and rather self-indulgent.
But fun to write.
So
let's face it, we've been waiting two years to find out how Sherlock fell. Was
it worth it?
The
short answer is: yes.
The
long answer? Well, it was always going to be a little anticlimactic to those
who had spent any time immersed among the wildly varying internet fan theories.
It turns out, my guess was pretty much completely correct…they didn't throw us
a last-minute curve-ball, they didn't unveil a brilliant, unexpected solution,
they aren’t smarter than us (we do, after all, outnumber them by a few
million). The great thing is, though, that they are quite aware of that, and so
decide to mess with our minds in other ways.
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Sunday, December 15, 2013
The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug - Indiana Jones Hits Middle-Earth

When I walked into the theater today, I had the title of this post ready and waiting. Last year's review was entitled "A Great Adventure, But Not as Great as it Could Have Been." The second installment had already earned the tag of "Terrible, But Not as Terrible as it Could Have Been."
*Many spoilers*
It turns out I was wrong. Like the first film, Desolation is certainly a mixed bag, but coming up on my horrendously low expectations, it quickly soared into my good graces.
The first movie was so disappointing for several reasons: Radagast. The Goblin King. Stupid dwarf humor. Black magic. Boring visuals. Lazy, ham-fisted foreshadowing of the other films. Ridiculously large, cartoonish action sequences. Not being Lord of the Rings.
How does film two compare? (I know I did the same thing for Thor 2, but it's late at night, these are first impressions only.)
Saturday, December 7, 2013
2014 BBC Mystery
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My last mystery post, on 2013 mysteries, had several series that are still yet to come out, but their release date is a little bit more certain.
Sherlock Season Three is now certainly coming out in 2014, with a January 19 release date for the U.S. The Beeb has also announced a December 25 minisode, though whether that'll extend to us on the other side of the pond has yet to be seen. Needless to say, the hype is getting pretty loud, since it's been two years since season two's cliffhanger ending, and the speculation is intense. The greatest question is: why does Watson have a mustache?
Martin Freeman's real life partner, Amanda Abbington, will be joining him on-screen as his wife, Mary Morstan, which ought to be fun. Lars Mikkelson is signed on as the new villain, and certainly has large shoes to fill after the amazing Andrew Scott.
Friday, March 15, 2013
Sherlock - Predictions and Theories
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At the end of both seasons, there was a major cliffhanger, but the second season was more complicated, as all who've seen it will know. So, the SPOILERS, and the self-indulgent nerdism, start here.
Sunday, December 16, 2012
The Hobbit - A Great Adventure, But Not as Great as it Could Have Been
Let’s be honest, I’ve been looking forward to this movie since I was about six years old. I’ve followed the process for the last year and a half. I grew up with The Lord of the Rings movies defining my childhood. So when I walked into the theater to see The Hobbit, I was muttering to myself, “Open-minded. Be critical – you’re going to write a review. Don’t get your hopes up.”
(There are spoilers – so be wary.)
But I have to admit, when I saw Bag-End, Frodo, and Ian Holm’s Bilbo, I was geeking out of my boots. In particular, the moment that Bilbo dashes, hatless, coatless, and handkerchiefless out his front door clutching the dwarves’ contract, to a backup of an upbeat version of Concerning Hobbits (a.k.a. The Adventure Begins), I was thinking…Ah, we’re back. This is Middle-Earth. On the other hand, when it was good, it was very, very good, but when it was bad…
Saturday, December 1, 2012
The Tone of The Hobbit
Over the last five or so years, my mom asked me many times, “Do you think Peter Jackson will do The Hobbit?”
And for the last four, I always said, “No way!”
“Why not?” she’d ask.
“It’s not like The Lord of the Rings,” I’d say, sagely. “It’s a children’s book. There are fifteen primary characters with nearly indistinguishable names. It has talking trolls named William and Tom. The elves sing ‘tra-la-lally.’ Need I say more?”
I am now eating crow, for my mother’s hopes were right. But the crow, to use a weathered phrase, tastes like chicken. I was delighted when I found out that PJ was, in fact, doing The Hobbit. Doubtful, but delighted. It was quickly confirmed, and I could give full rein to my excitement.
Soon enough, however, the cynicism crept in again. The Cast? Who’s Bilbo? Have they got Ian McKellen? TWO movies? Will the trolls talk? Tra-la-lally?
The cast was near-perfect, Bilbo certainly was, there are now three movies, and yes, the trolls talk. No news on the tra-la-lally, yet. Over the months, if I’ve been bored, I can drum up a bit of Hobbit excitement on TheOneRing.net. Now, the Day is almost here, but my traitorous brain is still trying to find reasons that PJ and the crew will go wrong.
It won’t be like the book. It’ll have a lot of corny humor. It’ll be (horror of horrors) politically correct. It’ll be a Ready-Made Blockbuster. Tolkien will be blasphemed.
But over the last few days, some really interesting things have popped to my attention, most of which were Phillipa Boyens’s comments.
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Sunday, August 5, 2012
Up and Coming British Mystery
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The year of 2013 isgoing to be a great one for British mystery buffs. Like, say, yours truly.
First on the list is my personal favorite: Hercule Poirot. For the last twenty-some years, he’s been portrayed (quite excellently, I might add) by David Suchet.
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I remember watching Poirot episodes when I was a small child, and I’m still watching and loving the series. But in the next year or so the eccentric little Belgian’s TV career will draw to a close, which is causing me some serious nostalgia. Later this year, shooting will begin on the last five episodes of the Poirot canon. With the exception of one short story (“The Lemesurier Inheritence”), Suchet will have filmed every Poirot tale that Agatha Christie ever wrote, which is a huge accomplishment. I just realized a few weeks ago that I’ve now watched every single one so far - all sixty-five of them.
The show itself is great - the costumes, settings and acting are usually stellar. It's just icing on the cake to know that David Suchet is, in fact, a Christian - a rare thing in actors, much less British ones. The post-2004 episodes have become much heavier than the light fare of the 90's, but it's not such a bad thing. It took a bit of getting used to and I won't deny that I miss the regular cast of the good old days (Hastings, Miss Lemon, and Inspector Japp), but the darker themes (such as religion and capital punishment) place Poirot in totally new situations and reveal a lot about his character in a more mature setting.
The show itself is great - the costumes, settings and acting are usually stellar. It's just icing on the cake to know that David Suchet is, in fact, a Christian - a rare thing in actors, much less British ones. The post-2004 episodes have become much heavier than the light fare of the 90's, but it's not such a bad thing. It took a bit of getting used to and I won't deny that I miss the regular cast of the good old days (Hastings, Miss Lemon, and Inspector Japp), but the darker themes (such as religion and capital punishment) place Poirot in totally new situations and reveal a lot about his character in a more mature setting.
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