The director, Guy Ritchie, is a surprising choice for the
film and spells out the direction this franchise is careering in. Action is top
of the bill suffused with the token mathematical slow motion and lack of plot. As
the film progresses we are treated to a more and more ridiculous Sherlock
Holmes and belligerent Watson. At one point Holmes pushes Watson’s wife out of
a moving train into a river tens of metres below who is then rescued by the poorly
envisioned Mycroft Holmes, played by a disappointingly bumbling Stephen Fry.
There is very little of reality here which is what made Holmes such a master in
the original story; a detective who controlled and saw through reality to
understand the secrets of the criminal mind. Instead we are taken on a cheap ride
and the film ends up being a mere parody of something great.
62/100
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