Sho, Goldfinger, you exshpect me to talk?
Two nights ago I went to see the new Sherlock Holmes movie. This was good in all ways but two: one, it was filmed in CGI Steampunkarama. I have no problem with CGI - loved Final Fantasy, Spirits Ahoy, loved Avatar, loved Bruce Forsythe on Strictly Come Dancing. What I hate is the sort of Dickensian Christmas card look we seem to get every time you put a Victorian icon anywhere near the water - be he Alan Quataemain, Sherlock H, or, God forfend, Harry Flashman, he shall have a background heavy with the scent of photoshop, and probably steam. This is not a style, it's a rash. Stop it.
Secondly, when making a movie about the most brilliant deductive brain in literature, do not render him as a f*cking moron. You're kind of weakening your USP here, Guy. I'm quite used to the director making us smarter than his protagonist. Once upon a time, the mantra of Hollywood was "Give the star everything". These days it seems to be "Give the audience everything". I can handle being smarter than John McClean, or Rambo, or even Gandalf - but I do not want to be smarter than Sherlock. Without spoiling the "plot" it should have been staggeringly obvious to Holmes that there was a Hidden Hand at work - but instead he had to have a "Ohhh, right!" moment at the end worthy of Homer. Simpson. All in the dubious cause of setting up a sequel. Bah. Lovely work by RD Jr and Jude Law, crappy, crappy plotting.
Last night I saw Henry Rollins at the O2 in Glasgow, with my multi-trilogied friend Mike. Hen was fantastic. Angry, articulate, funny. He kept 3,000 people enthralled for three hours with an almost entirely political show. I staggered out at the end, determined to stop fascism by going to Africa (look, it was enthralling but not particularly cohesive) thinking "Who says young people aren't interested in politics?
Two nights ago I went to see the new Sherlock Holmes movie. This was good in all ways but two: one, it was filmed in CGI Steampunkarama. I have no problem with CGI - loved Final Fantasy, Spirits Ahoy, loved Avatar, loved Bruce Forsythe on Strictly Come Dancing. What I hate is the sort of Dickensian Christmas card look we seem to get every time you put a Victorian icon anywhere near the water - be he Alan Quataemain, Sherlock H, or, God forfend, Harry Flashman, he shall have a background heavy with the scent of photoshop, and probably steam. This is not a style, it's a rash. Stop it.
Secondly, when making a movie about the most brilliant deductive brain in literature, do not render him as a f*cking moron. You're kind of weakening your USP here, Guy. I'm quite used to the director making us smarter than his protagonist. Once upon a time, the mantra of Hollywood was "Give the star everything". These days it seems to be "Give the audience everything". I can handle being smarter than John McClean, or Rambo, or even Gandalf - but I do not want to be smarter than Sherlock. Without spoiling the "plot" it should have been staggeringly obvious to Holmes that there was a Hidden Hand at work - but instead he had to have a "Ohhh, right!" moment at the end worthy of Homer. Simpson. All in the dubious cause of setting up a sequel. Bah. Lovely work by RD Jr and Jude Law, crappy, crappy plotting.
Last night I saw Henry Rollins at the O2 in Glasgow, with my multi-trilogied friend Mike. Hen was fantastic. Angry, articulate, funny. He kept 3,000 people enthralled for three hours with an almost entirely political show. I staggered out at the end, determined to stop fascism by going to Africa (look, it was enthralling but not particularly cohesive) thinking "Who says young people aren't interested in politics?
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Date: 2010-01-15 12:16 pm (UTC)Also, Rachel McAdams was horribly miscast. We should not be smarter than Holmes, but Irene Adler should. And she might have been vulnerable to some sort of blackmail by Moriarty, who is, of course, an evil genius. But she would not have been such an easy mark for him. We had no idea what his hold over her was. Where is Renee Russo when you need her?