I was going to write up my super deep thoughts on
Sherlock Holmes in hella classy bullet points because I can't sleep, but instead I'm just gonna say two things: one, I vehemently agree with most of what
robowolf said re: moderate character assassination on Irene's part (er, spoilers in that link).
AND TWO, holy shit I just realized why that movie made me feel so weird. The directorial style gave me that same kind of hectic disjointed feeling as
The Brothers Grimm, which was such a profoundly unpleasant experience that reliving it makes me nervous and a little queasy. This feeling has somehow managed to overshadow most of the rest of the movie, to the point where intellectually I realize that I enjoyed the punching and homosexuality (ha ha, my tastes are so classy!) but I can't actually remember anything besides how clunky and awkward and manic the whole thing felt.
Overall: it was fun, and I'm glad I watched it! I don't think it was a
good movie, although I did enjoy it. But then I'm the sort of person who enjoyed
Van Helsing -- which this movie is a lot like in many ways, most of which involve various authors spinning in their grave and also explosions -- so, you know, my taste is really not good. I can accept this.
SO... I GUESS IF YOU LIKE EXPLOSIONS, PUNCHING, GRATUITOUS SUBTEXT, AND GETTING HEADACHES, THIS MOVIE IS FOR YOU?
Although as bastardizations of Sherlock Holmes go, I vastly prefer
The Great Mouse Detective.Also, I'm ready for Hollywood to stop making every single movie over two hours long. WHEN DID THAT START BEING OKAY, GUYS? SERIOUSLY?! I enjoy long movies sometimes, but
really, someone needs to tell directors that just because you
can make a really long movie doesn't mean you
should. Please, epic responsibly.
Tell me I'm not the only one with this problem.SOB I SHOULD BE SLEEPING