It may be unfair of me to review Sherlock Holmes and the Case of the Silk Stocking. Not only did I fall under the spell of Mr. Jeremy Brett in PBS’s previous Holmesian offerings, but I’ve actually read the stories they’re based on.
I’m going to anyway.
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drugs and boredom )
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It was worth it, in the sense that I got to write this review and think about these issues. Not as a film in and of itself.
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Jeremy Brett is dead? oh-noes! We didn't know that.
I must make a point of forcing my mummy to let me hangout in the living room on Sherlock days. I haven't seen enough episodes of Brett Sherlock. My grandmommy loves Rathbone Sherlock, but we prefer the who drugged-out-of-his-skull-effeat-obsessive-ness of Brett. Rather like the polar of the drugged-out-of-his-skull-obsessive to House.
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Yup, Mr. Brett died in 1995 or thereabouts. I wore black--seriously, I was very distraught! I'd written him a letter not two weeks before he died, about how important he was to me as Holmes, etc etc, and I will never know if he got it.
I can't believe it's been that long since my angsty teenage black phase. My goodness.
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But thanks for answering/not liking the movie.
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That's so true. I *need* to see that Baskerville thing...
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