I was a preteen in the illustrious 1980s, and as much as I loved Family Ties and Remington Steele, I watched a lot of movies....
Like a lot of us, I want to see myself as one of the good ones, a white ally. But I can’t do that just by being good to the people I know, by welcoming the company of a diverse array of people. I have to spend a lot more time than I would otherwise chose to in all white spaces in order to make a difference to people of color. And I didn’t see that coming.
Fellow white people, in case I’ve been too vague, I’m talking to you. I don’t want to fight, but I have to say this out loud and in a permanent place because trying to talk to you one-on-one whenever this comes up is exhausting. So here it is.
All together, as your average citizen looking to credible news sources and government budget publications, I gather that we could be spending up to 1.5 cents on every tax dollar to pay for the food, housing, and healthcare of people who do not care to work to take care of themselves. I'm not saying that's not a lot, but I don't think it's the hardship my high school friend imagines it to be. And I'm not saying it's right, but it's not wrong enough to condemn our admittedly flawed social safety net.
In The Reichenbach Fall it's Moriarty's turn to show off, Watson's turn to show up Mycroft, Molly Hooper's turn to matter most, and Sherlock's time to see he does have more than one friend in the world—so of course it's a showstopper from beginning to end.
What I understand now about my extreme satisfaction with this episode is that while everyone else crows over Benedict Cumberbatch (and his cheekbones) Martin Freeman is my preferred Watson. No qualifier. He's the best there ever was.
Congratulations Steven Moffat! You took a paragon of 18th century feminine prowess and turned her into a prostitute, a blackmailer, and, perhaps worst of all, just another stupid girl waiting by the phone. You ruined Irene Adler for everyone.
The Great Game is action packed from beginning to end with Sherlock and Watson solving five crimes in under 90 minutes and while these feats make me love watching it, I also feel the writer cheated a bit by taking bits from as many as ten different stories and weaving them together to serve his plot. But this is nitpicking and really just a preamble to my admission that I adore this episode.
Aside from the story of the crime what we have here is the evolution of the Sherlock/Watson relationship. And hey, that’s swell. It’s even quite funny in its moments, but as a whole the episode doesn’t hold a candle to anything else in the series.
The brilliance of Sherlock lies in its modernization of the characters and their preoccupations while keeping true to the spirit of the original works. And it does this so brilliantly that I've been counting down to the release of the upcoming third series for well over a year. Now that we're in the home stretch I thought I'd take a little time over the next six days to revisit the previous six episodes.
If there is a war on Christmas, I want no part of it. A lot of people, children especially, enjoy its traditions. So why quibble? Let them eat their yule log! But, if you're like me, you look for ways to avoid all that sap. So here are some well informed choices you can make amid the holiday frenzy that still satisfy the some-say-cynical-I'll-take-hypercritical among us.