The Dying Detective
- Mr. Holmes review by Count Otto Black
When the trailers I'm bombarded with before the film starts include a film that sank without trace about old people doing stuff that's surprising just because they're old, and another film which sank without trace about gay people being gay, I start to worry, because although Sir Ian McKellen is a perfectly fine actor, his age and his sexual orientation (which he manages to bring up in every single interview for no reason at all) are the two least interesting things about him. And by the way, this is a film about a man who at no point is represented as being gay. If they're trying to flog it on the assumption that gay men will enjoy it because they share its star's real-life sexuality even though this plays no part in the movie, they're really struggling!
Sherlock Holmes is 93. Alzheimer's Disease is taking its toll, but apparently you can at least partially cure this incurable condition by admitting your feelings, so that's just fine. Does this movie sound like fun yet? Sir Ian acts his heart out as a miserable and borderline senile old man ridden with angst over what might have been with the only woman he ever loved (not Irene Adler - some other lady you've never heard of until now), but that simply isn't enough, given that there are basically two other people in the movie, neither of whom can act (how long is it going to be before Hollywood catches on that "male child actor who can genuinely act" pretty much means "that kid from The Babadook"?), and maybe 5% of its running-time shows Sherlock Holmes using his amazing intellect to solve problems, as opposed to having to be helped up because he's so old that he randomly fell over, or whimpering about the one very contrived chance at true love that he failed to take.
Sorry, but this is just depressing. I actually prefer Guy Ritchie's view that Sherlock Holmes can use his exceptionally high IQ to win boxing matches (as you do), in between random visual quotes from spaghetti westerns. And I never thought I'd find myself admitting that. One extra star because Sir Ian really is doing his best. Otherwise, nada.
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Ian Mckellen's acting appears effortless. I rather enjoyed this, but with reservations...
- Mr. Holmes review by RP
I rather enjoyed this, although it is (perhaps as befits Mr Holmes' advanced years) very slow moving.
Here, Arthur Conan Doyle, the author of the Sherlock Holmes stories, has himself been written out and an alternate reality imposed, one in which Sherlock Holmes is 'real' and living in retirement with only his bees, his housekeeper and her son to keep him company. In this 'reality', the stories were written - and embellished - by sidekick Dr Watson, who changed certain details of Holmes' final case which Holmes, by reason of failing memory, cannot now fully recall. And it's the hunt for the accurate details of this final case which forms the core of the story, nicely interwoven with Holmes' discovery of a less clinical, more human part of himself rather than the grumpy, too-direct obsessive he has always been.
The film is basically a three-hander, with Ian McKellen in the lead, Laura Linney (trying hard but failing to mask a USAnian accent) as his housekeeper and young Milo Parker as her son. Despite the excellent photography, the English locations and the lead actor, this is very much an American film and it seeps through - can't we have a proper British Holmes again?
Ian McKellen is excellent and his acting appears effortless - and in so doing it shows up the other performances, particularly that of Laura Linney, who despite assorted awards and Oscar nominations is quite frankly weak and out of place. I know the film is US produced, written and directed - but couldn't they have found someone this side of the pond?
Recent Sherlock Holmes films - this, the Guy Ritchie efforts with Robert Downey Jnr and the BBC re-inventions with Benedict Cumberbatch have all been good in their way but I have had reservations about all of them. Personally I'm torn between Basil Rathbone, deerstalker, pipe and all and Jeremy Brett as the only 'true' Sherlocks for me...
Despite my reservations and its glacial pace I did rather enjoy it, so I'll give it 4/5 stars.
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Watchable TV-drama-style British film about 93 year old Sherlock remembering...
- Mr. Holmes review by PV
I've never really liked Sherlock Holmes - because I don't believe the character or his superhuman powers of deduction (which seem to me on a par with that bloke on 3-2-1 wh0 translated absurd nonsense rhymes into meaningful clues as to what to choose to win the car and not win Dusty Bin! Anyone under 35 look away now because you won't have a clue what I am taking about!)
Holmes seems smug and grating in both the stories and the films, and I utterly despise the yoof-friendly mobile-phone-caption-spewing BBC TV version.
This is more like a TV drama - about an old 93 year old Holmes attempting to recall a case and his life. A tacked-on subplot about a Japanese herbal medicine gives the drama it's ethnic quota. Thankfully, unlike in most BBC dramas, a 1948 village has no black characters (thus reflecting the REAL WORLD). I liked the other subplot about bees and wasps more, frankly.
To be honest, Ian McKellen gives a better old man with dodgy memory and bad health performance in the classic, 5 star 'Gods and Monsters'. But this is passable and the Kent and East Sussex coast brings back memories for me.
So-so and NOT too slow-moving at all - it's a contemplative drama about an old man trying to remember his past and having flashbacks. What d'you expect? Car chases and dinosaur hunts? DOH!
3.5 stars rounded up.
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