oscillation upon the pavement always means an affaire de coeur
I finally saw Sherlock Holmes: A Game Of Shadows tonight. While I enjoyed it just as much as Ritchie's first Sherlock Holmes film, loved the visuals, adored RDJ and Jude Law and Jared Harris (who I felt did a lovely turnabout as Moriarty, from benign to sadistic) and Noomi Rapace and Stephen Fucking Fry (possibly stealing the movie with one particular scene), I couldn't help but find that it paled in comparison to Sherlock.
It's not fair to compare and contrast the two. As others have said, there is plenty of room for all of the many (many, many, many) versions of Doyle's classic tales.
But, my god, Moffat and Gatiss have ruined me for all other versions. Benedict and Martin have become the quintessential Holmes and Watson - or Sherlock and John - now. And I cannot see others without their light being dimmed, outshone by what the Mofftiss has created.
I'm not even sure I'd enjoy the canon as much were it not for the way it unravels elements that are woven into the show.
Okay, going to go watch (re-watch, technically, but this time a non-grainy, non-pirated) Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy so I that I can return it to Redbox tomorrow. I needed a Cumberbatch fix... something that wouldn't rip me apart quite as much as a re-watch of Third Star or Hawking.
Yes, it all comes back to Benedict these days.*
In fact, I couldn't quite place Jared Harris while watching Game Of Shadows, though I recognized his face (besides the resemblance to his father). So of course I go to imdb, only to find out he was in To The Ends Of The Earth with Benedict. Incestuous, I tell you. *g*
Later... eventually... I will catch up with comments, etc. I promise.
I hope you all are well.
[* Note: of course I still love Supernatural (and my other fandoms) immensely. Don't think the SPN love has gone away. It's a thief of hearts, capturing them and crawling inside to burrow down permanently. Luckily, hearts come with multiple chambers.]
It's not fair to compare and contrast the two. As others have said, there is plenty of room for all of the many (many, many, many) versions of Doyle's classic tales.
But, my god, Moffat and Gatiss have ruined me for all other versions. Benedict and Martin have become the quintessential Holmes and Watson - or Sherlock and John - now. And I cannot see others without their light being dimmed, outshone by what the Mofftiss has created.
I'm not even sure I'd enjoy the canon as much were it not for the way it unravels elements that are woven into the show.
Okay, going to go watch (re-watch, technically, but this time a non-grainy, non-pirated) Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy so I that I can return it to Redbox tomorrow. I needed a Cumberbatch fix... something that wouldn't rip me apart quite as much as a re-watch of Third Star or Hawking.
Yes, it all comes back to Benedict these days.*
In fact, I couldn't quite place Jared Harris while watching Game Of Shadows, though I recognized his face (besides the resemblance to his father). So of course I go to imdb, only to find out he was in To The Ends Of The Earth with Benedict. Incestuous, I tell you. *g*
Later... eventually... I will catch up with comments, etc. I promise.
I hope you all are well.
[* Note: of course I still love Supernatural (and my other fandoms) immensely. Don't think the SPN love has gone away. It's a thief of hearts, capturing them and crawling inside to burrow down permanently. Luckily, hearts come with multiple chambers.]