“Only the very front section of the house remains. It’s just a façade. Remind you of anyone, Mary?”
I wish the whole of “His Last Vow” had been about the lie of Leinster Gardens: doors without doorknobs, widows that are never lit, an empty house built to look like something it isn’t. What a cool and vaguely unsettling image. The parallels aren’t subtle in the least, but I can’t remember the last time a building gave me so many feelings. It’s all hollow, an abandoned structure that only sees life when a train runs through it. And as we all remember from the premiere, trains are actually bombs.
“This blog is the story of two men and their frankly ridiculous adventures—of murder, mystery, and mayhem. But from now on, there’s a new story, a bigger adventure.”
John Watson’s wedding was always going to be the end of an era. I was prepared for that. I was prepared for mysteries and heartache. I was not prepared for stag night debauchery, drunken deductions, dancing, or that best man speech. This episode was a gift. It opened on Lestrade kicking his car tire with angsty crime-solving rage, and from that point on, we were in for something special. (more…)
“You have missed this, admit it. The thrill of the chase, the blood pumping through your veins, just the two of us against the rest of the world.”
Yes, Sherlock, we missed this. We waited two years for this. “The Empty Hearse” was the story of our two years as much as it was the story of Sherlock’s, and it stands as a thank you note to the fans who spent this long hiatus reaching Anderson’s level of insanity. It’s gorgeously meta, and I do not mind one bit. Not on Sherlock. Lest we forget, Arthur Conan Doyle intended to kill Sherlock Holmes at the Reichenbach Falls. He only brought him back because he was tired of fans accosting him in the street. So basically, everything about Sherlock’s return to John Watson’s life is and always has been fan service.
Awards season continues tonight with the Screen Actors Guild Awards! I’m here with Kim of Head Over Feels to flail over Benedict Cumberbatch, say farewell to the cast of 30 Rock, and probably make a minimum of eighteen passive-agressive references to Amy Poehler’s egregious snub. (more…)