He fabricates his own death so it appears as if he’s risen from the grave, and he kills several more people in what appear to be magical ways. He causes his guard to fall into convulsions (by paying him off, we learn later), alarming the prison’s other guards and prisoners. Blackwood’s captured and thrown in prison, where he carves arcane symbols on the walls and recites the book of Revelation. His father confesses that the boy was conceived during a dark, pagan ritual, and that “death followed him wherever he went.” We first meet him during an occult ceremony in which a young woman (in the throes of apparent possession) prepares to stab herself. He’s actually portrayed as the devil’s loyal servant, and there’s even a suggestion he might be the spawn of Satan himself. Lord Blackwood isn’t just some well-moneyed madman with a yen for murder most foul. Keen observation is, I think, a virtue, and the film suggests that it’s a valuable one indeed. But most of us can still pick up on the myriad of nonverbal signals we all give off when we talk, allowing us to-well, be better friends or husbands or wives or parents. Sure, we might not be able to look at our companion’s brooch and thus determine that she spent October in Morocco as a government attaché. In an age when screen time often replaces face time even in our most precious relationships, Sherlock Holmes hints that there’s something eerily cool in dealing with folks in real space. Holmes also shows tender affection and even gallantry toward Irene, suggesting that she leave town when her life’s in danger and flinging himself between her and a whizzing saw. Holmes’ jealously eventually subsides, I’m glad to say, and Mary grows to appreciate Holmes, too. (More on that later.) Both Holmes and Watson risk their lives for each other as they are “brothers, not in blood, but in bond.” Watson feels that bond, clearly, but as much as Holmes would like for him to stay at 221B, the good doctor remains true to Mary, his fiancée. Sherlock Holmes is, at its core, a buddy cop movie-a Victorian bromance of sorts. Matter two: Holmes’ old flame Irene Adler has re-emerged in London, looking pretty as ever and asking for his help in finding a missing man.Īh, life was so much easier for Holmes when he just had the occasional hound of hell to deal with. Watson is engaged to be married and is preparing to leave 221B Baker Street-a move which Holmes takes personally and a tad petulantly. It’s a ticklish case for Holmes-particularly since his gray matter is uncharacteristically preoccupied with more personal matters. But before Holmes can say, “Watson! Bring me my violin!” Blackwood seems to resurrect himself and begins to kill again. Blackwood is tried, convicted and sent to the gallows. John Watson, Holmes uses his towering talents to apprehend the nefarious Lord Blackwood, an apparent Satan-worshipper with a fondness for killing young aristocrats in gruesome, unspeakable ceremonies. Movie audiences barely have a chance to sit down before he corrals his first criminal.Īided by friend and crime-fighting partner, Dr. In other words, he’s an insufferable show off. Show him the soles of your shoes and he’ll tell you where you work, what you drink with your breakfast, who gave you your first kiss, when you received it and how you felt about it. Show him the lint from your pocket and he’ll tell you where you went to school. is Sherlock Holmes this go-round, keeping London safe through hand-to-hand combat skills, a week’s worth of stubble and, of course, his dazzling powers of deduction. Is that too wide a net for mastering mystery-solving work? Well, don’t blame me. Or, perhaps, you got lost while shopping online for property in Chérre Locke Homes (just outside Glasgow). Or a strange, unfathomable yen for films directed by Guy Ritchie. Further, the fact that you picked this review, my dear sir (or madam), suggests that you have an interest in Victorian-era crime. One can tell a lot about people by what movie reviews they read.įor instance, one can deduce that you-yes, you-have fine, discriminating taste in your reviews, marking you as highly intelligent and well-bred.
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