Sherlock: “Sentiment is a chemical defect found in the losing side.”
episode was without doubt the most enjoyable ninety minutes of
television I’ve seen in years. It took everything that worked about
season one, turned the humour up to eleven, added some extra sauce
(which caused ructions in the morning press), and chucked in a
plot so complex, it would have left even Einstein scratching his head.
Seeing the two greatest (albeit fictional) minds of the Western world
jousting for intellectual superiority, was like watching Odysseus and
Athena do battle. Who won? It’s hard to say—especially when the game
may still be afoot.
The first fifteen
minutes was stuffed to bursting with enough Holmes references to keep
even the most ardent fan happy. Some were subtly tweaked: like 'The
Geek Interpreter' instead of 'The Greek Interpreter', 'The Navel
Treatment' (AKA the belly button murders) instead of 'The Naval
Treaty', and 'The Speckled Blonde' instead of 'The Speckled Band'.
Others, like 'The Illustrious Client' and 'The Singular Affair of the
Aluminium Crutch' (imagine what Howard Overman could have done with that one), were left mercifully intact. And then, of course, there was the woman.
In 'A Scandal in Bohemia', it was a disgruntled Holmes who first called her the
woman. In 'A Scandal in Belgravia', Adler—now reimagined as a
lesbian dominatrix—wears her professional name with pride. Could
there be a better foil for Cumberbatch’s purportedly asexual detective?
In the original story, Adler managed to fool Holmes once. Tonight, she
kicked his arse so many times I’m surprised she didn’t hobble. She
threw every trick in the book at him, and just as Holmes seemed to be
getting the upper hand, she’d respond with an equally brilliant
counter. Was her ultimate defeat a kick in the lady parts for feminists
everywhere? (As post-episode debate would have us believe?) Personally, I
thought Moffat's Adler showed more intelligence, cunning and ingenuity
than Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's ever did. Sherlock's ultimate victory may
have changed the short story's ending, but it in no way diminished
Adler's mental prowess.
Holmes' reaction to Adler
parading around in the buff was comically subdued. Rather than turning
him on, her nudity seemed to baffle him. Clothing, to Holmes, is data.
Without data, Adler was nothing more than a blank slate. A non-entity.
Which was likely the desired effect. It wasn’t until they started
trading intellectual blows that the chemistry between them became
apparent. Tonight’s story didn’t exactly alter Holmes’ asexual status, but it surely challenged it. Even Mycroft seemed uncertain of his
younger brother's sexual preferences. The question is: what exactly does Holmes feel for Adler?
a high-functioning sociopath may restrict Holmes from experiencing the
full range of human emotions, but it shouldn’t prevent him from
feeling sexual desire. In 'A Study in Pink' Holmes explained away his
lack of interest in the opposite sex by claiming to be 'married to his
work'—which suggests he’s celibate by choice. It may be he just
suppresses certain emotions, deeming them detrimental to objective
deduction, or maybe the thrill of pitting his highly trained wits
against a worthy adversary is more appealing to him than sex. How his
condition affects his personal interaction with others is perhaps
harder to determine. He seems to exhibit some affection for both
Watson and Mrs Hudson. (Albeit expressed in his own inimitable style.)
And he did travel all the way to Karachi to rescue Irene. Did he risk
his life just to see justice done... or was there subtext to that smile?
is a different kettle of fish. Despite professed sexual leanings
towards women, can there be any real doubt that Holmes' superior
intellect produced a sexual response within? She may claim it was all
just 'playing the game', but her heart and eyes told a different story—as did her incessant texting. Her interest in him seemed to spike after
he managed to deduce her safe combination from nothing more than her
birthday suit (32-24-34). For Holmes, the change seemed to come after
his first defeat. From that moment onwards the sexual tension between
them was palpable. Even Watson couldn’t help but comment on it.
('Hamish... in case you were looking for baby names'.)
don't think I've seen a more enjoyable on-screen paring. Lara Pulver
was the perfect choice to play Holmes' raunchy nemesis: she positively
oozed malice and sex appeal. (Even when fully clothed.) Cumberbatch
also seemed to raise his game. I don't think I've ever seen Sherlock so
up for a fight. His performance was impeccable—in fact, virtually
everything about this episode sparkled. The script was par excellence,
the acting superb, the plot twists endless. Will Adler ever return?
Obviously, the door's been left open. Moriarty was only ever in two
stories, yet seems to have developed an identity outside of the source
material. There's no reason why Adler can't do the same.
If I had
to be critical, I'd say the cliffhanger resolve was a bit feeble. But
what it lost in plausibility, it probably made up for in audacity.
Saved by the Bee Gees! Preposterous—but, also kind of fun. The
numerous info dumps also felt a little unwieldy, but they were
punctuated by such lovely character beats—Christmas and New Year at
221B Baker Street; Holmes playing festive tunes on his violin; Holmes
embarrassing himself in front of Molly; Watson forgetting Jeanette
didn’t have a dog—that I think we can forgive them. Without the lull in
pace it would have been impossible to keep up anyway.
I thought, fared better tonight than he did last season. He hardly
annoyed me at all. Whether that’s because the rest of the episode was
so good, or because he was in it less, I’m not sure. Admittedly, him
blowing a raspberry at Big Ben had me shaking my head, but by and
large, I found Andrew Scott’s performance much improved. Moriarty’s anger and unpredictability were fascinating. Despite being Holmes'
equal in terms of intellect, the rest of his personality—his
demeanour, his motivation, his capriciousness—are at complete odds
with Holmes' more controlled genius. If he can just keep a lid on the
Graham Norton impersonations, I'll be more than satisfied.
last minute reveal of Sherlock guessing Adler's phone password
(Sherlocked), and him saving her from decapitation, had me almost
throwing my hands in the air and cheering. Did she know he would save
her? She seemed able to predict just about everything else. I love
episodes where even the smallest detail is important, and this was an
episode in which the minutiae paid off beautifully. With Moffat at the
helm, what else can you expect? As with last season, Mark Gatiss and
Stephen Thompson have a tough opener to follow.
—Since when has Mrs Hudson been so kick-ass? I love the relationship
that’s developing between her, Watson and Holmes. They're becoming like a
—That dead guy in the field’s eyes totally moved.
—@thewhiphand actually exists. Try it and see.
—'The Singular Affair of the Aluminium Crutch' isn't part of the Canon
per se, but was mentioned in the 'The Musgrave Ritual' and never
—Poor Molly. I thought she looked rather
fetching in her party dress. Sherlock’s got a lot to learn about social
—Didn’t Kate used to work for Mycroft? I wonder what happened there?
—I loved those shots of Holmes looking at semi-clothed photos of Irene
whilst she looked at semi-clothed photos of him. Both disinterested in
the external. Both turned on by the cerebral.
—Moriarty’s ring tone is 'Staying Alive' by the Bee Gees. I think I prefer Sherlock's.
The Internet's now a big part of Sherlock's method. The advent of wifi
means he doesn’t have to leave 221b Baker Street for anything less
than a seven. Holmes and Watson also seem to have become minor Internet
celebrities. They'll be appearing in videos with iJustine and Ray
William Johnson next.
—Lovely deer stalker on Cumberlord. Very fetching.
—There was much flapping in the press this morning over Irene's pre-watershed nudity. The Daily Mail
was so outraged, it felt compelled to publish screenshots... you know,
just to show how disgusting it all is. Can anyone say hypocrite? Check
out the story here. Oh, and can anyone explain to me what "racfy" mean?
—Apologies for the length of the quotes section. There were too many to pick from so I used them all.
Moriarty: “So, if you have what you say you have, I’ll make you rich. If you don’t, I’ll make you into shoes.”
Watson: “You wearing any pants?”
Watson: “Buckingham Palace... right. I am seriously fighting an impulse to steal an ashtray."
Mycroft: “I’ll be mother.”
Holmes: “And there is a whole childhood in a nutshell.”
Holmes: “Yes, punch me, in the face. Didn’t you hear me?”
Watson: “I always hear punch me in the face when you’re speaking, but it’s usually subtext.”
Holmes: “Okay, I think we’ve done enough, John.”
Watson: “You’ve got to remember, Sherlock, I was a soldier. I used to kill people.”
Holmes: “You were a Doctor!”
Watson: “I had bad days.”
Mycroft: “Don’t be alarmed, it’s to do with sex.”
Holmes: “Sex doesn’t alarm me.”
Irene: “How do you know?”
Irene: “This is how I want you to remember me. The woman who beat you.”
Mycroft: “Oh shut up, Mrs Hudson!”
Holmes and Watson: “Mycroft!”
Mrs Hudson: “Thank you.”
Holmes: “Though do, in fact, shut up.”
Watson: "I’m not stupid, you know?”
Holmes: “I do get that idea.”
Holmes: “You’ve got a photo of me wearing that hat.”
Watson: “People like that hat.”
Holmes: “No they do not. What people?”
Molly: “You always says such horrible things. Every time. Always. Always.”
Irene: “I would have you right here, right now, on this desk, until you begged for mercy -- twice.”
Holmes: “-- I’ve never begged for mercy in my life.”
Molly: “How did Sherlock recognise her from not her face?”
Holmes: “Look at them. They all care so much. Do you ever wonder if there’s something wrong with us?”
Mycroft: “All lives end. All hearts are broken. Caring is not an advantage, Sherlock.”
Holmes: “Urgh! This is low tar.”
Mycroft: “Well, you barely knew her.”
Watson: “Sherlock always replies. To everything. He’s Mr Punchline. He will outlive God trying to have the last word.”
Irene: “Does that make me special?”
Watson: “I don’t know, maybe.”
Irene: “Are you jealous?”
Watson: “We’re not a couple.”
Irene: “Yes, you are.”
Holmes: “I hate being outnumbered. It makes for too much stupid in the room.”
Mrs Hudson: “Oh, that was right on my bins.”
Holmes: “Shame on you John Watson.”
Watson: “Shame on me?”
Holmes: “Mrs Hudson leave Baker Street? England would fall.”