This week, I finally succumbed to all of my friends' recommendation to watch the BBC series, Sherlock (Starring Benedict Cumberbatch and Martin Freeman). It took about ten minutes into the first episode to fall in love with it.
Of course, after having devoured the two seasons (With a third being teased) in a manner of a few days, I had to watch the Sherlock Holmes, and Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows movies. I've never read the stories by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, so I came into the world without much context of what is Canon, and what is just made up bullshit.
Watching the BBC Sherlock, I was struck by how young he seems. He's brash, overbearing, impatient, completely narcissistic (I should know, we can smell our own), and always seeming to be looking for the next opportunity to show off. I love it. Each episode is amazing, in its own special little way, but the episode about Irene Adler (A Scandal in Belgravia) is by far the most enjoyable. Irene represents, both in the show and in the movies, Sherlock's only REAL shot at emotional and intellectual fulfillment. She is as smart as he, and just as cunning as his nemesis, James Moriarty. The two are adorable together in a way that the movies fail to grasp. (I try not to swear too much in this blog, but FUCK A Game of Shadows - if you don't know why, go watch the movie.)