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Mycroft in A Scandal in Belgravia

5 Nov

I watched the Sherlock episode “A Scandal in Belgravia” again on Saturday night and a few things struck me about Mycroft Holmes.

The more I watch this episode, the more apparent it becomes that Mycroft is actually quite a nasty little bugger.

It is clear by the time we reach the scenes with Sherlock on the aeroplane, that Mycroft is working hand-in-glove with the CIA.  This is one of the things that alarmed me.

This means that Mycroft tacitly approved of the CIA threatening to kill John Watson to get Irene Adler’s phone.  And he approved of the assault on, and holding hostage of Mrs Hudson.  If he had not approved, the head of the CIA team would have been out of the UK before you could say “diplomatic incident”.  The fact he was standing guard at the stairs to the plane speaks volumes as to Mycroft’s approval and deep involvement in the scheme.

Mycroft was prepared to use his vulnerable little brother to get what he wanted, and he was also prepared to kill and/or traumatize the two people his brother most values.  What sort of man uses his brother’s loved ones as pawns against him in a particularly nasty version of chess?

I think the wrong brother has the diagnosis of “high functioning sociopath”.  It’s Mycroft who shows all the signs of sociopathy, with possible psychopathic overtones, not Sherlock.

This brings me to Mycroft and Moriarty.  The thing that struck me when I first watched “A Scandal in Belgravia” was the fact that Moriarty had Mycroft’s mobile phone number.  How did he get it?  Mobile phone numbers are not routinely printed in telephone directories, and in any case you can bet that Mycroft’s number would be ex-directory.  Only those whom he trusts would have that number.  Sherlock does.  John does.  No-one with half a working braincell would trust Moriarty with their number.

It was pretty obvious from Mycroft’s reaction that he was familiar with the person who texted him.  The message itself was so vague as to be meaningless.

Ergo, Mycroft and Moriarty have been working together on something.  The downfall of Sherlock, perhaps?  Or is Moriarty an operative of Mycroft’s that slipped the leash and went rogue?

I am hoping that Season 3 will give me some answers to my questions.

The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes

1 Apr

This movie, written by Billy Wilder and I.A.L Diamond, and produced and directed by Billy Wilder, is one of my all time favourite films.  It’s also a favourite of Sherlock creators Mark Gatiss and Steve Moffat.  Which shows when you watch it on dvd two days after watching “A Scandal in Belgravia”.  I kept finding small points of correlation between the two.  I won’t bring them up.  I’ll let you watch the dvd and discover them for yourselves.  More fun that way.

The cast was pretty impressive.  Robert Stephens played Sherlock Holmes.  His Holmes is damaged, cold, and borderline misogynistic.  Though he denies it.  Holmes: I don’t dislike women, I merely distrust them.  The twinkle in the eye and the arsenic in the soup.

Colin Blakely’s John Watson is less successful.  Whilst not written as a buffoon, that is, unfortunately how Colin played him.  A womaniser, and obviously less intelligent than Holmes.  I had a hard time believing this Watson had ever been an army officer or qualified as a doctor!  Thankfully, the portrayal does not greatly detract from the movie.  But don’t watch it expecting the warm relationship that is apparent in Sherlock.  This Holmes appears at times to almost despise his Watson.  Holmes uses Watson to get out of an awkward situation by intimating that they are a gay couple, without caring how much it would hurt Watson.  An angry, upset Watson tries to work out ways to still any forthcoming gossip.  Watson: Maybe if we got married.  Holmes: Then they’d really talk!

The real comic relief was supplied by the great Irene Handl as Mrs Hudson.  Her relationship with Holmes is almost adversarial.  He enjoys annoying her and baiting her.  Watson: Maybe Mrs Hudson’s entertaining?  Holmes: I’ve never found her so.

The plot is convoluted and intricate, and at times appears to be disconnected.  Involving as it does, Swan Lake, the Loch Ness Monster, and six missing midgets.  Trust me, it all works out in the end.

Of course, there is a Woman.  Not Irene Adler, but Gabrielle Valladon played by Genevieve Page.  Naturally, she isn’t what she is supposed to be.  There are a couple of scenes involving the character that I felt jarred.  Her running naked into Holmes’ arms didn’t worry me, but Watson’s reaction to finding her naked in Holmes’ bed was way off beam.  They are supposed to be friends, but Watson immediately thinks the worst of Holmes! And Holmes sneeringly lets him!  Holmes: If you must know, I found her body quite rewarding. Watson: You cad! Holmes: Especially the palm of her right hand!

First couple of times I watched the movie I completely missed that double entendre!

One of the high points of the film is Christopher Lee as Mycroft Holmes.  He is absolutely perfect (though Mark Gatiss’ Mycroft is my favourite).  The chemistry between Robert Stephens and Christopher Lee just sparks.

Mycroft is coldly condescending to his brother.  He also makes Watson as nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs.  Mycroft eventually gets his comeuppance at the hands of Queen Victoria.  Holmes: Well Mycroft, it seems like we’ve both been undone by a woman.

If you are Sherlockian, I think you will love the movie.  There is just so much to love about “The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes”.   I know a lot of people didn’t like it when it was released, but really, in my opinion, the good outweighs the bad.

Act My Age? Like Hell!

27 Feb

I got taken to task for my last blog “Completely Cumberbatched”.  A (now former) friend on a certain social networking site sent me a private message castigating me for my “lusting after a man 10 years your junior.  Act your age!”

Got an answer for that one.  Not a hope in hell!

Where is it written that once a woman hits 40 she can no longer admire sexually desirable men who are over the age of sexual consent?  Nowhere as far as I can see.

It seems to me that some people think that once you reach 40 you have to stop having fun.  Any sort of fun.  Running around in the rain getting soaked and laughing hysterically?  No! Children do that.  Jumping in puddles? No! Children do that.  Admiring a hot guy? No, no, no.  THAT is for teenagers!


My mother now lives in an aged care hostel.  She has lots of fun with her like minded friends.  They laugh, tell stories, tell wonderfully dirty jokes to each other and the staff, who laugh and enjoy the fact that here are people at the end of their lives who are still getting so much joy out of life.  My mother is very popular at the home with both the other residents and staff.  Why?  Because she has fun, and in doing so brings a little fun into other’s lives.

She is probably around the age now of the elderly lady we encountered at the ballet when I was in my late teens.  We had gone to see a production of The Nutcracker.  During a quiet moment as the Nutcracker Prince danced on stage, a loud, obviously elderly, female voice rose from the audience several rows behind us.  “My, he does have a wonderful packed lunch.  Wouldn’t mind a bite of that!”  Now THERE was a woman getting maximum fun out of life.

I intend to be that woman in my extreme old age.

Meanwhile, I have friends over 40 who encourage me in my fun and happily join in it.  One of my close friends has dared me to send a photo to Benedict Cumberbatch to see if he’ll autograph it.  The photo is a screen cap from “A Scandal in Belgravia”.  Wonder if Benedict is up to signing a photo of his own bum?  We’ll find out sooner or later.

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