Last weekend, I was sick. Not sick enough to warrant sleeping all day but too sick to really concentrate on reading, writing, SAT prep, et cetera. So what should I do? TV, I thought. Nine hours and many cups of tea later, I’d watched all the episodes of Sherlock available on Netflix.
What follows is not a review, not even close. I don’t have time to write something that detailed, so this is just a collection of thoughts I had while watching.
Minor spoilers ahead for Sherlock, series two!
- The opening theme is so pretty!
- While watching The Hobbit: The Desolation of Smaug, I thought Benedict Cumberbatch was doing a different voice to make the dragon seem more intimidating. Now I realize that’s his actual voice. Whoa. It’s really deep and completely gorgeous and if there is ever an audiobook version of my stories, I would kill to have him narrate it. (Not really. I’m a mild-mannered villain who doesn’t kill.)
- When Martin Freeman (who plays the main character in The Hobbit films) scrunches up his eyebrows and pouts a little, that’s my favorite Bilbo face. So I was happy to see that he does that quite a lot as John Watson as well, and it’s made it so that I cannot unsee him as Sherlock’s pet hobbit.
- Sherlock reminds me of my brother. Part of it is the physical appearance (tall and skinny with messy dark hair) and part of it is the attitude (condescending genius).
- But if my brother is Sherlock that means I’m Mycroft, and I don’t want that. It’s not that I dislike Mycroft – he’s an interesting morally gray character – but he’s played by Mark Gatiss who also starred as the mad scientist / dorky-creepy-scorpion-thing in Doctor Who‘s “The Lazarus Experiment.” I crack up every time he’s onscreen.
- I don’t know if I liked the villain of “A Study in Pink” so much because he’s creepy, or because I never ever suspected it would be him.
- Watching Sherlock is weird since because it’s so popular I’ve seen bits and pieces already or know, vaguely, what happens. Every few minutes I recognized a quote.
- There aren’t many female characters, and none are them are major for more than an episode. Sigh.
- “The Blind Banker” taught me never to date when you’re friends with Sherlock Holmes because he will crash the occasion and make you feel like the third wheel at your own date.
- It’s weird that characters’ texts are shown onscreen as, essentially, closed captioning and there aren’t any cuts to a shot of a cellphone. It’s not a bad thing, just different.
- Steven Moffat fails at writing decent plots or female/queer characters in Doctor Who, and in Sherlock he still has problems with the latter, but his plots are surprisingly good. It’s bizarre because I expected something, well, as terrible as Doctor Who‘s sixth and seventh series, but he actually seems to know what he’s doing in this show. Pacing, suspense, and nods to the original stories are all very well done. (Let’s see how long this lasts.)
- The Golem in “The Great Game” is really creepy, considering how few scenes he/it/whatever had.
- Sherlock and John are totally a couple. They’re more couple-ish than people I know in real life.
- Vastra is Sherlock and Jenny is John and if it doesn’t make you happy to occasionally imagine those two in place of Cumberbatch and Freeman, then I don’t know what will.
- Evidently I’ve been pronouncing Moriarty’s name wrong.
- I won’t bother spending a long time complaining about how DUDE MOFFAT YOU CANNOT WRITE IRENE ADLER THAT WAY WHAT EVEN because someone already wrote a good analysis of that. Go read. (And this one too.)
- Speaking of analyses, I love reading/watching something and being able to understand critiques and long thinky essays and whatnot about them.
- In spite of the character-related failings, “A Scandal in Belgravia” is still one of my favorites for two reasons. The first is the cinematography. Those cutscenes from Irene’s house to the car? Ooh.
- And the second is the music. “SHERlocked” is gorgeous and I really need to find piano sheet music for it.
- I saw the SHERlocked design-thingy on someone’s phone a while ago and thought, “Oh, that’s a neat logo.” Because I am stupid and didn’t realize it’s actually from the show.
- The only time I even came close to figuring out something before Sherlock was with Irene’s first passcode. It’s six numbers – so it’s her measurements. Duh. (And on an only marginally related note, one time I figured out my cat’s measurements. I don’t even know why.)
- I am, quite possibly, the stupidest person ever because I thought you-know-who (not Voldemort) died at the end of the episode. I take things too literally. I thought it was a dream sequence or wishful thinking or something…
- One of my Christmas presents was a fancy sparkly scarf and after seeing Sherlock tie his so many times, I really should know how to copy it. (Normally when I tie a scarf it looks like I’m trying to choke myself. In addition to being stupid, I’m not very good at dressing myself, apparently.)
- I very much enjoyed reading The Hound of the Baskervilles for school but it had been just long enough since then that I didn’t fully remember the solution to the mystery and that made “The Hounds of Baskerville” much more suspenseful.
- The main character in that episode is Alonso! The same actor, I mean. I recognized his ears from Doctor Who.
- To me, “The Hounds of Baskerville” was the scariest episode and I’m not sure whether it was due to that dog or dogs in general. (I was terrified of them when I was little and even now I’m not comfortable around big dogs.)
- “The Reichenbach Fall” is my second-favorite episode, musically-speaking. “Prepared to Do Anything” is a tense yet pretty song.
- How did Sherlock survive?! I know some spoilers for the recently-released third series but the details are still hazy and I’m impatient to find out.
So there you have it. I began watching Sherlock on a whim and accidentally fell into another fandom. This seems to be a recurring pattern in my life – I’m late to the party for every fandom (except Harry Potter) and then I fall in love with the music. It’s strange that, as someone who doesn’t really care about fitting in, once something becomes popular I’m really keen to read or watch it.
Anyway. It’s really no wonder that I love the show – I adore retellings, and this is just another one. Sherlock stands well both on its own and as an adaptation of the Arthur Conan Doyle original.
Thanks to a thing called schoolwork, I haven’t been able to watch the third series yet and I probably won’t be able to for a while. In the meantime, I’ll do my homework while daydreaming of theories: how did Sherlock survive the fall?