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Sherlock 2 (2011)
Our Rating: 2 out of 5
Rated: TVMA
Reviewer: Charity
Bishop
It’s no secret that I love these modern
interpretations of the classic character
created by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle in the
1880’s. This is the same Sherlock Holmes
that stalked those foggy London streets,
albeit a bit ruder, but now he has a
cell phone!
Leave it to a madman to give up far too
easily. When last we saw Sherlock Holmes
(Benedict Cumberbatch), he was a bit
tied up with Moriarty waiting for a
bomb to go off in his face, but one
phone call and his arch-nemesis calls
the whole thing off, since he has better
things to do. Sherlock returns to his
flat with his best friend John Watson (Martin
Freeman)
and proceeds to be bored… with a lot of
things. With his newfound popularity,
with the fact that John’s blog is a big
hit, with the photographers following
him around, and the lackluster cases
brought to him concerning missing ashes
and dead grandfathers and so forth. He
wants something better, something to
capture his interest… and he’s about to
get it.
One morning bright and early, Sherlock
is plucked from the flat and taken to
Buckingham Palace for a little chat with
his elder brother Mycroft (Mark Gatiss).
It seems that a professional dominatrix
named Irene Adler has some
photographs of a member of the royal
family that they would really rather not
got out to the press. One would assume
it was for purpose of blackmail, but
other than informing them of the
incriminating images, Irene has not
asked for anything else. This peaks his
interest and alleviates his boredom and
somewhat reluctantly he agrees to
investigate and manipulate her out of
the contents of her phone, little
realizing that Irene intends to be one
step ahead of him the entire way.
Where through subsequent viewings of
this episode, I managed to untangle my
initial horrified reaction from my
ability to be impartial, I must say that
my first time through the season
premiere was a bit… uncomfortable. Not
only has series creator and head writer
Steven Moffat taken one of the more
remarkable women in Doyle’s stories and
regressed her feminism and intelligence
back a couple of centuries, he has also
made that first hour and a half a bit
rough going if you plan on having your
family in the room. Irene is a bisexual
dominatrix who is not ashamed of her
body. Our literal first shot of her is
in a negligee from behind as she
enters into a room where another woman
is tied to the bed. Later, she browses
through her closet in a dressing gown that
doesn’t leave much to the imagination.
For her grand introduction to Sherlock,
she wears… nothing at all. Clever
perhaps since he gathers most of his
data from clothing, but the audience is
treated to near-nudity for several
awkward moments before she finally
covers up (partial side views, part of
her breast from behind, and a few shots
of her sitting carefully positioned in a
chair to avoid us seeing private parts).
We find out that she is involved with a
female member of the royal family; her
“assistant” is also a lesbian and makes
some suggestive remarks. But in spite of
her ambiguous sexuality, Irene is
attracted to Sherlock, to the point of
teasing him about his sexual
inexperience (Mycroft also makes a
reference to it) and informing him that
she would like to “have him” then and
there, until he “cried for mercy,
twice.”
Everyone continues to assume the worst
about John and Sherlock as well, and are
surprised to find out they are not gay;
we meet multiple gay couples. In the
second episode, John is embarrassed to
discover that a flashing light is in
fact a car rocking back and forth with
delighted voices coming from inside of
it. I'm also sorry to say that using
Jesus' name in vain is common this
season, with eight or so occurrences,
among other scattered profanities and
insults. There is some violence but none
of it is particularly explicit. My
feelings about this season are varied.
It has some truly wonderful moments,
such as when Sherlock phones for an
ambulance, describes injuries, and then
sends a bound and gagged villain flying
out the nearest window (he kind of
deserved it), or when he quite calmly
emerges from the Irene fiasco with his
dignity at least somewhat intact, but
I’m a bit torn by the Irene Adler
fiasco. Moffat, who is usually known for
his tight plots, goes out on a limb with
a complicated and confusing episode that
is not quite up to par with the second
episode, in which Mark Gatiss modernizes
the most famous of all Holmes mysteries,
The Hound of the Baskervilles.
Now that is a brilliant hour and a half
of television, with enough references to
the original to please fans but an
independent conclusion all its own, so
do not anticipate things turning out the
same way after all.
The third episode is also the most
emotional and if you have not read the
original stories, you may want to
prepare for a horrific twist toward the
end. I'm not quite certain where as a
fan I stand on their interpretation of
Moriarty as a pure madman but I must say
that among other things (such as not
having Watson be a dolt, as many
adaptations fumble in that area) their
interpretation of Mycroft Holmes is
inspired. He has the right amount of
sheer humanity and genius, a touch of
arrogance and insult that makes him
identifiable as a Holmes but a bit more
distance than his brother. Each of the
three episodes has its allure in clever
writing and memorable moments, throwing
in humorous antics as well as more
serious and life-threatening situations.
I'm a bit sorry that the premiere had so
many issues in it because near-nudity
aside, it's actually an intriguing
installment. Many viewers may find the
constant references to homosexuality
tiring as I do, but overall Sherlock
is still one of the finest things on
television and at the end of its short
season, leaves us wanting more.
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