I hate to spend more time on this film than it's already sapped from my life, so I'll keep it short.
1. Sherlock and Watson are essentially played as an effeminate gay couple. And maybe that's true to who they really are. Who knows? But I expected them to end up in bed together for some tender makeup sex after the pea incident, which would have been an interesting touch, but sadly the writer didn't follow up on that. If you aren't going to explore that relationship like you would any other romantic relationship, then just play it straight and focus on the story.
2. The idea of having a fictional character investigate a real serial killer is nauseating. It shows a real lack of integrity on the part of the writer. If there's evidence, make a documentary, otherwise leave it alone.
3. Sherlock Holmes bases his career on deductive logic, and yet he relies on a medium without investigating him? We're supposed to believe that?
4. One baddie hangs himself in a net? The man actually has both arms and both legs functioning, and somehow all his weight is on his neck? Nets are unstable, but they aren't magic killing machines.
5. As usual, our hero goes into the baddies' lair, tells them everything he knows, hands over what appears to be the only copy of the evidence, and ... they have a polite debate about manners instead of killing him. People who control the means of investigation, and who have no problem with murder and cover-up, just let him walk away. And I'm the Queen of England.
6. I'm no fan of religions or secret societies, but this seems to be an outrageous and baseless attack on Masons. The world has enough crackpot conspiracy theories without adding to them.
7. The editing was just horrible. A half-hour could have been cut out, and it would have improved the pacing considerably without losing anything. The fact that this won the Genie for editing says more about the deplorable state of Canadian film that year than it says about this movie.
1. Sherlock and Watson are essentially played as an effeminate gay couple. And maybe that's true to who they really are. Who knows? But I expected them to end up in bed together for some tender makeup sex after the pea incident, which would have been an interesting touch, but sadly the writer didn't follow up on that. If you aren't going to explore that relationship like you would any other romantic relationship, then just play it straight and focus on the story.
2. The idea of having a fictional character investigate a real serial killer is nauseating. It shows a real lack of integrity on the part of the writer. If there's evidence, make a documentary, otherwise leave it alone.
3. Sherlock Holmes bases his career on deductive logic, and yet he relies on a medium without investigating him? We're supposed to believe that?
4. One baddie hangs himself in a net? The man actually has both arms and both legs functioning, and somehow all his weight is on his neck? Nets are unstable, but they aren't magic killing machines.
5. As usual, our hero goes into the baddies' lair, tells them everything he knows, hands over what appears to be the only copy of the evidence, and ... they have a polite debate about manners instead of killing him. People who control the means of investigation, and who have no problem with murder and cover-up, just let him walk away. And I'm the Queen of England.
6. I'm no fan of religions or secret societies, but this seems to be an outrageous and baseless attack on Masons. The world has enough crackpot conspiracy theories without adding to them.
7. The editing was just horrible. A half-hour could have been cut out, and it would have improved the pacing considerably without losing anything. The fact that this won the Genie for editing says more about the deplorable state of Canadian film that year than it says about this movie.