In regards to
Sherlock Holmes:
Challenged by Downey’s energy, Jude Law, who often seems aimless in his movies, comes fully up to speed. He’s virile and quick-witted, and his Watson, if not Holmes’s equal in brainpower, comes close to him in daring. Their repartee evokes the banter of lovers in a screwball comedy; they flirt outrageously but chastely. Watson, it seems, wants to get married (to Kelly Reilly, of the freckled cheek and bosom), and Holmes tries to break up the engagement. He can’t bear to let Watson go, and Watson has some doubts, too—they have always had so much fun getting into scrapes together.
–David Denby,
"Going Native" (
The New Yorker 12.19.09)
This despite the fact that Watson may have acquired (is that the right verb?)
P.T.S.D. in Afghanistan. Everything old is new again.
I was hanging out with the young literary man-friend the other night and mentioned this movie (we talk about movies a lot) as well as the fannish excitement brewing around it, and he, unprompted, began extemporizing the beginning of what sounded like a promising Holmes/Watson
hypothermia cliché-fic.
I really can't wait to see this movie.