

For me, Sherlock Holmes was most certainly worth the price of admission. The end result is a triumph for deductive reasoning and a triumph for Guy Ritchie. It’s like Sam Spade walked into a Harry Potter movie.
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The movie is filled with some very raw and very fun fight sequences immersed in a storyline that has everything from secret societies to the dark arts. Meanwhile, Watson, who is trying to distance himself from his partner in the interest of getting married, keeps getting drawn back into the mystery and intrigue of the case. Holmes must track down a criminal mastermind who has seemingly come back from the dead. Perhaps intimidated in the presence of Robert Downey Jr.’s greatness. It almost felt as though she was withholding.

But in the more intimate scenes, I felt she lacked a certain sultriness. And I could see why when those scenes played out onscreen. Her character is the object of Holmes’ affections mainly because of the way she handles herself in a street fight. Unfortunately Rachel McAdams seems to fire and misfire as Irene Adler. Mark Strong’s strength comes from his subtlety in his wonderfully evil performance as the villainous Lord Blackwood while Eddie Marsan gives a notable performance as Inspector Lestrade. His chemistry with Downey is undeniable, filled with great banter and sprinkled with undertones of true caring and friendship. After growing weary of his over saturation in recent years, I found myself back on the right side of the Law. John Watson and I actually liked him in this part. He is perfectly believable in the role, British accent, six-pack abs, penchant for underground boxing and all, and delightful to watch as always. A far cry from Basil Rathbone’s upper crust and gentlemanly portrayal of the character. He’s slovenly, unhygienic, boorish and devilish. is the anti-Holmes in this modern update. Much as he was the anti-hero in Iron Man, Robert Downey Jr. Bravo to Sarah Greenwood and Katie Spencer for their incredible production design and set decoration (respectively).

Guy Ritchie puts his signature on the first fifteen minutes of the film with his trademark narration and frenetic style, smoothing out the bumps just before I had to reach for my anti-seizure medication. I bought my ticket with the hope of being whisked away into the foggy streets of 1890’s London with that giddy boyhood feeling I used to get. I grew up reading the mysteries of Sherlock Holmes and watching the various television and film versions of the super sleuth’s adventures.
