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Mar. 30th, 2010 10:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
luciazephyrJesus christ, why didn't anyone tell me Sherlock Holmes sucked?
Brilliant acting, fucking awful story. My god man, what the hell was that.
-Lucy
Brilliant acting, fucking awful story. My god man, what the hell was that.
-Lucy
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Date: 2010-03-31 04:08 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-03-31 04:11 am (UTC)BUT. THE. PLOT. SUCKED. Sucked enough to drag all the greatness out of it.
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Date: 2010-03-31 04:20 am (UTC)On the positive side, they're already working on the sequel, so the writers have to have heard the complaints by now, and tentatively optimistic that the second shot will produce a plot that makes sense.
If not, well. There's always the pretty.
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Date: 2010-03-31 04:36 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-03-31 04:24 am (UTC)*hides in a corner*
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Date: 2010-03-31 04:29 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2010-03-31 02:15 pm (UTC)at least it wasn't a major part of the plot and they didn't relocate it to America or anything, but still I AM SO DISCRIMINATED AGAINST IN THE MAINSTREAM MOVIE INDUSTRY, LET ME WATCH SOME BRITPORN WITHOUT HAVING TO THINK ABOUT WHAT WENT ON ONCE UPON A TIME IN THE WEST
However, I went to see it for the HoYay, came out 1) not seeing the HoYay (they are bros! this goes for the books, too, thankfully. I feel the same way about Kirk and Spock) and 2) shipping Holmes/Irene.
Have you read the books? Apart from occasional forays into Victorian racism they're much better and Holmes and Watson are more likeable and less cartoonish than the ones in the film. Particularly Holmes. He's sort of like a bipolar, strangely giddy force of nature. He gets enthusiastic. He puts much more into the relationship than movie!Holmes, like playing Watson's favourite tunes on the violin as thanks for putting up with him. And he sings. He is awesome.
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Date: 2010-03-31 02:48 pm (UTC)See, I came out seeing the HoYay. It was really heavy IMO. I kinda ship Holmes/Watson/Irene because all three are totally awesome.
I'm very hesitant to go anywhere near the books. My history with period piece books (if you can call them that when they were actually written in that timeframe) is very very bad. I couldn't get past the first five paragraphs of Pride and Prejudice. So I guess it all depends ont he writing style.
Mum's forcing me to DL some of the Jeremy Brentt episodes though, so there's that.
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Date: 2010-03-31 05:01 pm (UTC)His ignorance was as remarkable as his knowledge. Of contemporary literature, philosophy and politics he appeared to know next to nothing. ...My surprise reached a climax, however, when I found incidentally that he was ignorant of the Copernican Theory and of the composition of the Solar System. That any civilized human being in this nineteenth century should not be aware that the earth travelled round the sun appeared to be to me such an extraordinary fact that I could hardly realize it.
"You appear to be astonished," he said, smiling at my expression of surprise. "Now that I do know it I shall do my best to forget it."
"To forget it!"
"You see," he explained, "I consider that a man's brain originally is like a little empty attic, and you have to stock it with such furniture as you choose. A fool takes in all the lumber of every sort that he comes across, so that the knowledge which might be useful to him gets crowded out, or at best is jumbled up with a lot of other things so that he has a difficulty in laying his hands upon it. Now the skilful workman is very careful indeed as to what he takes into his brain-attic. He will have nothing but the tools which may help him in doing his work, but of these he has a large assortment, and all in the most perfect order. It is a mistake to think that that little room has elastic walls and can distend to any extent. Depend upon it there comes a time when for every addition of knowledge you forget something that you knew before. It is of the highest importance, therefore, not to have useless facts elbowing out the useful ones."
"But the Solar System!" I protested.
"What the deuce is it to me?" he interrupted impatiently; "you say that we go round the sun. If we went round the moon it would not make a pennyworth of difference to me or to my work."
and later
I see that I have alluded above to his powers upon the violin. These were very remarkable, but as eccentric as all his other accomplishments. That he could play pieces, and difficult pieces, I knew well, because at my request he has played me some of Mendelssohn's Lieder, and other favourites. When left to himself, however, he would seldom produce any music or attempt any recognized air. Leaning back in his arm-chair of an evening, he would close his eyes and scrape carelessly at the fiddle which was thrown across his knee. Sometimes the chords were sonorous and melancholy. Occasionally they were fantastic and cheerful. Clearly they reflected the thoughts which possessed him, but whether the music aided those thoughts, or whether the playing was simply the result of a whim or fancy was more than I could determine. I might have rebelled against these exasperating solos had it not been that he usually terminated them by playing in quick succession a whole series of my favourite airs as a slight compensation for the trial upon my patience.
And then Watson talks fandom with him and gets upset when Holmes insults his favourite characters:
"You remind me of Edgar Allen Poe's Dupin. I had no idea that such individuals did exist outside of stories."
Sherlock Holmes rose and lit his pipe.
"No doubt you think that you are complimenting me in comparing me to Dupin," he observed. "Now, in my opinion, Dupin was a very inferior fellow. That trick of his of breaking in on his friends' thoughts with an apropos remark after a quarter of an hour's silence is really very showy and superficial. He had some analytical genius, no doubt; but he was by no means such a phenomenon as Poe appeared to imagine."
"Have you read Gaboriau's works?" I asked. "Does Lecoq come up to your idea of a detective?"
Sherlock Holmes sniffed sardonically. "Lecoq was a miserable bungler," he said, in an angry voice; "he had only one thing to recommend him, and that was his energy. That book made me positively ill. The question was how to identify an unknown prisoner. I could have done it in twenty-four hours. Lecoq took six months or so. It might be made a text-book for detectives to teach them what to avoid."
I felt rather indignant at having two characters whom I had admired treated in this cavalier style.
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Date: 2010-03-31 11:12 pm (UTC)And that last bit sounds like the start of a flamewar, srsly.
Also, that violin thing is actually kinda sweet. 83
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Date: 2010-04-01 09:53 pm (UTC)It's the fact that he knows all of Watson's favourites even though they've only just met each other, and realises he's annoying and cares about what Watson thinks and it just jhfsdjkfhdjh
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Date: 2010-03-31 05:08 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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