Showing posts with label season three. Show all posts
Showing posts with label season three. Show all posts

Sunday, January 12, 2014

Sherlock: His Last Vow (Series 3, Episode 3)

Guys.

Holy shit.

I'm going to need a minute.

Or a year.

To process that episode.

Can I spoil it a little???

Just a little.

Moriarty lives.

Maybe.

More later! MUST REWATCH AND PROCESS!

Thursday, January 2, 2014

Sherlock Conspiracy Theory Rears Its Ugly (Fake) Head: More Thoughts and Spoilers from "The Empty Hearse"

Okay, I'm sorry, but you see, I've become Anderson.


And this is how I watch Sherlock now.

Because of all my hard time watching and rewatching earlier episodes, I feel like I have a pretty excellent understanding of the Sherlockian universe. So, with all that said, there a few things still bothering me about yesterday's stunning return.

1. The distinct tonal shift from the previous two seasons. Sherlock has always been a little campy (maniacally so with Andrew Scott's depiction of Moriarty) but it read heavily as drama first. Comic relief certainly occurs, but I'm pretty sure I debated crying for John during The Reichenbach Fall. With Sherlock's gleeful return comes a new surge of manic comedy. While some of it holds true to canon (Mrs. Hudson's histrionics with the frying pan, for example), others do not (Sherlock's nod to Inspector Clouseau). Look, I get that Sherlock meets John again when he is in disguise and that dressing up is something he does frequently. But the scene where he dresses up like a waiter and buffoonishly tromps around the restaurant is off-putting to say the least. And a far departure from the ancient bookseller he appears as in "The Empty House." It felt more like Italian farce and it was distinctly more playful than I recall pre-fall Sherlock being.

2. Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary. Or, perhaps, distinctly not contrary at all. That, too, works with the canon - Mary was no shrew; she never tried to stop John from playing with Sherlock and recognized their work as important. But there is something up with Mary, yes? Let's look at another screencap of Sherlock's reading of her:

Here are the words of distinct interest to me: clever, shortsighted, guardian, linguist, secret, and liar. Don't get me wrong; I love that she's a size 12 (American size 8) and bakes her own bread, but those aren't really of importance to anything besides her waistline and the projected depiction of her as nurturing and maternal.

A friend of mine argues that Guardian refers to the newspaper, not the role. I think it could be more than that. We already know her politics lean left, so whether or not she reads the Guardian is of little import (and, yes, I know that newspaper reading is a different thing altogether in England than it is here). That leaves two other possibilities: her personality type (myer-briggs) is Guardian or that she operates in some capacity as a guardian herself (as a nurse, that would not be too great of a stretch. also, in intervening on Sherlock's behalf for John's betterment, she, too, seeks to protect and help her fiance). So, that's something to ponder. We also know she is a liar and I've given my thoughts about that as well. The fact that she's clever and a linguist are also particularly of note to me. If she's a nurse, Mary's linguistic skills might pay off with foreign patients. But a secret, clever, lying linguist with a part-time job? That sounds a little bit like my sister might be right and Mary might have been hired by Mycroft to keep tabs on John while Sherlock's away.

Of course, there's another possibility: that Mary will somehow be connected to the big bad. We know precious little about Mary (I suspect we will have a far better picture after Sunday's Sign of Three when we meet whatever she has by way of friends or extended family). I keep thinking about John's abduction. It doesn't make sense. It bothers me. Why does the mystery man in the shadows want John? And, if it's to get to Sherlock specifically, why send the warning to Mary? Let's ponder our Big Bad a little more, shall we?

3. Magnusson. I saw his name go by the bottom of the screen during the Anderson/Goth girl scene (I knew it was too funny and that they had to be trying to sneak something by me!) and googled him. Turns out, he's Milverton, the worst man in England, the blackmailer. And he operates out of the creepiest Island of Misfit Toys I've ever seen.
If he is a blackmailer, what exactly is he watching for so intently in the final clip from "The Empty Hearse"? Who is he attempting to extort with that video? Surely not John, he's got to be the pawn. But who is the message for? There's got to be something I'm missing here, but what? Is he connected to Mary (blue-eyed, poor eyesight)? Does this mean we need to consider the Holmes brothers more carefully?

4. I keep thinking back to the tonal shift. In particular, the humanizing moments we see between Sherlock and Mycroft. Like the Goth girl scene, the Operation Game made me feel all warm and fuzzy and loved. Which immediately makes me suspicious. Are they giving us this information/insight now to use it against later? To manipulate us? Mycroft would be an excellent target for a new criminal mastermind, particularly a blackmailer. What am I missing in all this soft talk about Mycroft's isolation and lonely heart?

So, those are my new thoughts. More thoughts. Too many thoughts. Loved all the Guy Fawkes bits. Want to make an effigy that looks like this one for next year:

Thanks to my sister for all the obsessive screencaps.

More to follow.

Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Sherlock: The Empty Hearse (Season Three, Episode One)

Look, my fellow Americans, I watched this through some sort of voodoo on my computer (it involved convincing my computer that we live in England. Don't ask). If you don't want spoilers, DON'T READ THIS POST.

Glad we got that covered.

I think tonight's episode was a touching nod to the fans.

By which I mean, Moffat and Gatiss clearly trolled the internet to find the most amazing of the crazy theories and just ran with it. I love that Anderson has essentially turned into the Mad Hatter (Hatter being what I will lovingly call a "Sherlock conspiracy theorist"). His introductory scheme was, perhaps, the most entertaining few moments of television I have had all week. It is only surpassed by Scottish Goth Girl's version of what exactly happened on that roof.

Andrew Scott and Benedict Cumberbatch deserve Emmys for that scene. Seriously.

But I digress, if you want to know how it plays out, here you go:

Sherlock is in it with Molly and Mycroft (obviously). His reaction to Moriarty's death is genuine - he should have seen it coming, but did not. He knew he needed to make his death convincing but he also needed to, you know, live. He texts Mycroft letting him know the plan is on, his homeless network and Mycroft's men keep everyone at bay and close off access to the street (like a movie lot), they set up a blue stunt/fall pad, meanwhile the body of the kidnapper is tossed on the ground in order for John to see a Sherlock-esque body lying there. All the equipment gets packed up quickly, Sherlock trades places with the dead body, which gets quickly carted out of sight, he gets surrounded, the squash ball gets put into play, and he is window-dressed to look dead all by the time John gets back on his feet and to him.

Ta da!

Were you all right???

I was close. I knew Mycroft and Molly had to be involved. I guessed my hubs was right about the squash ball (although they never explain what the thing in Sherlock's hand was). I did not see the tarpyfallpad thing but did guess that they put a Sherlock-alike dead body on the ground to switch places with.

Like Anderson, I felt like they're would be more.

Anderson's theory was far more elaborate - masks get used, Moriarty's body gets used, Sherlock and Molly kiss, it's FANTASTIC. But Anderson is like a deranged version of his idiotic former self. He seems to have had some sort of manic break here. I don't know what to do with that.

He heads up a small group of Baker Street Irregulars (not the homeless network, more like a group of believers who are not, to my knowledge, called the Irregulars. But there was a lot of buffering going on).
The Goth Girl's version should be the stuff of every Sherlock fangirl;s dreams.

Want a taste?

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The rest of the stuff here is pretty basic mystery solving. Sherlock comes home, rescued by Mycroft (sort of), cleaned up, and returned to the wild of London. John briefly dabbles with an aging mustache (it doesn't last), and we get introduced to Mary, who, I gotta say, I LOVE.

I was really worried about her, because she usually gets played like Yoko Ono and so far there's not a hint of that being the direction here. THANK GOD. I don't want a woman who will break up John and Paul. I want a woman who will sing with the band.

Molly Hooper is also in fine form. Not only does she get to kiss Sherlock this episode (albeit, once in a fantasy sequence), she is also engaged. Before you get too excited and start thinking she's moved on, fear not, she is the same old Molly. Her fiance looks like Matt Smith playing Benedict Cumberbatch playing Sherlock.

It's amazing.

Verdict is out on whether she dresses him for the part or he is THAT into Sherlock. I hope time will tell.

Of course, we also get introduced to this season's big bad. We know he has blue eyes and wears glasses. He also has white hair and a penchant for watching black and white film. Particularly film of Sherlock saving Watson from a fiery death.

Creepy.

Honestly, I was a little disappointed in the big reveal. I think the writers knew that would be the case, though, and that's partly why they gave us such epic variations from the peanut gallery. Of course there will be holes in the plan. And we still don't have a particularly good idea why Sherlock didn't include John (aside from John's need to blog about everything, thus, possibly ruining the big secret), since, you know, everyone else seemed to have an idea.

Although, can I just say, one of my favorite scenes this week was when Lestrade hugs Sherlock. Seriously. I squee-ed a little.

Looking forward to next week already.

Laterz.