Sybilla Oritur

I’ve come to the conclusion that if Robert Downey Jr. is in a movie i am going to end up watching it for he never seems to get himself cast into crap. It’s nice. Perhaps it’s just dumb luck, but i would like to think there are, out there, movie stars and starlets who actually vet the scripts they are offered and not just the salaries.

That said, i was a little disappointed with Sherlock Holmes. I’m not a huge fan of the Sir Arthur Conan Doyle books (yes, feel free to roll your eyes), so it had not so much to do with meddling with the original text and more to do with a general lack of sleuthing. There was more Iron Man (which i loved, incidentally) than Holmes. Although at the end there is a beautiful scene in which Holmes demonstrates that he HAS, in fact, been sleuthing the entire time, it would have been nice if a little of that work was peppered through out the film rather than concentrated at the end. There were, however, some beautiful shots of London, particularly in the shipyards, as well as an interesting love interest. Nevertheless, i was in love with neither Holmes nor Watson to the extent that i wanted to be. I like leaving action movies all starry-eyed and sure to have pleasant dreams of brawny men later on. That didn’t happen. But, honestly, what was i expecting?

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