Tag Archives: Martin Freeman

A Study In Pink

21 Apr

Having got everything arse about face by writing about Reichenbach Fall first, I decided that I really need to write about each Sherlock episode and from this point forward actually be logical about it.

First off, I have to say that “A Study in Pink” (written by Steve Moffat) is one of my favorite Sherlock episodes.  I was hooked from the opening scenes of John’s flashback dream. 

The press conference scene started reeling me in.  Reporter: But if they are murders, how do people keep themselves safe? Lestrade: Well, don’t commit suicide.

You have no idea just how much the sheer absurdity of that scene delighted me.

The final scene that frankly had me landed and gaffed was the scene in the mortuary with Sherlock beating the corpse.  As a Sherlockian since the age of 10, seeing the scene that is mentioned in passing in “A Study in Scarlet”, actually acted out on screen was the icing on the cake.  I knew then that this show was for me.  Clever, witty, and loaded with treats for Sherlockians.

The chemistry between Benedict Cumberbatch and Martin Freeman was immediate and electric. They are just pure joy to watch together on screen.  I think the scene in the taxi on the way to Lauriston Gardens is one of my favorite scenes across the entire series.  Sherlock explaining his deductions and John’s stunned, awed reactions.  And in that scene there is the moment when you know those two characters are bonded for life.  Sherlock: That’s not what people normally say.  John: What do people normally say? Sherlock: Piss off!

Watching again for about the fifth time, one thing struck me about the first scene with Donovan and Anderson.  If our Sherlock is a virgin I’ll eat Benedict’s coat!  Sherlock’s comment on the state of Sally’s knees could be construed as innocent.  Except for the sarcastic tone and the snide expression on his face!  How many virgins do you know that know about blow jobs?  All answers in the comments section below please.

The scene where John meets Mycroft is pure perfection.  I guessed that the character was Mycroft not Moriarty.  Mostly because something in Mark Gatiss’ body language immediately put me in mind of Christopher Lee in that role in “The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes”.  Best exchange in that scene: Mycroft: You don’t seem very afraid.  John: You don’t seem very frightening.

Also the text messages from Sherlock to John in that scene are canon.  They comprise a telegram sent by Holmes to Watson in one of Conan Doyle’s books.  Not telling you which one.  Chasing around looking for the reference will do you good.

The scene in the restaurant is good too.  Even if our Sherlock slips up.  He misinterprets John’s comments, showing a rather sweet, naive side to him.

The drugs bust at 221B Baker Street shows Lestrade has an edge which makes him a more interesting character than one immediately supposes from his first appearances.  Lestrade is more than a generic police character.  Rupert Graves was the perfect choice for Lestrade.

The scenes with the cabbie.  Okay.  Those were just damn creepy, though not without a sort of macabre humour. Jeff Hope: I’ve out lived four people.  Most fun you can have with an aneurism. 

The very best scenes of the episode come right at the end.  Sherlock realizing that it was John who saved his life.  The grin on Lestrade’s face as he turns away from a blustering Sherlock says clearly that he, too, knows who killed the cabbie, and has no intention of doing a damn thing about it.  Best exchange comes from this scene.  John: We can’t giggle at a crime scene! Sherlock: You’re the one who shot him!

The revelation that Mycroft is Sherlock’s brother and basically the entire British government sets the tone for the future, as he intones their names as they walk away towards the camera.

Absolute perfection.


Shooting Sherlock

14 Apr

I have been following the news detailing the shooting of the first episode of season 3 of Sherlock, “The Empty Hearse”, with great interest.  And, having seen many of the photographs, also with great envy.  I so wish I could be in London right now to get the chance to see Benedict, Martin and the crew at work.  It’s times like this that you realize Australian really is too damn far away from anything.  *feels sad*

Some brilliant photos have emerged.  Benedict Cumberbatch at his most gorgeous…not to mention his nuttiest.  It is great to see a man so comfortable with himself that he has no qualms about looking like a complete dork in photos.  No raging Hollywood ego in action here.

One other thing has emerged.  Just how damn unusual the cast and crew of Sherlock are.  Most would get annoyed at the number of fans turning up to watch.  Not this lot.  The fans have been warmly welcomed, and in turn have responded by being well behaved and respectful (mostly).

Crew members have taken fans up to the door of “221B Baker Street” to let them be photographed…and sometimes Benedict or Martin have made their day by inserting themselves in the shots. 

Both Benedict and Martin have happily posed for photos and chatted with fans.  Not by word or look has it even been intimated that the fans presence is a nuisance.

Stories have come out of fans, having been all day at the shoot without food, being fed biscuits by Benedict, and pizza by Martin.  And non-fans wonder why we love these men?

As a complete back room geek girl, I am adoring the photos of the technical aspects of the shoot.  Particularly the recreation of the fall from The Reichenbach Fall.  Even if I did almost fall off my chair laughing at the photo of Benedict suspended in mid air keeping the rain off with a large umbrella.  The  lyrics of the Mary Poppins song “A Spoon Full of Sugar” kept going through my mind: In every job that must be done, there is an element of fun, you find the fun, and snap the job’s a game. 

Yup, sounds like working on Sherlock to me.

One unsubstantiated story from the shoot really delighted me.  Allegedly a fan had nothing with them for Mark Gatiss to sign and asked if Mark Gatiss would high five them instead.  Mark’s response was supposedly “I only do french kisses.”  I did find myself wondering just what Mark’s response would have been if said fan had called his bluff.  Which is exactly what I would have done if I was that fan.  Mark Gatiss would probably still be running.

The Sherlock fandom is probably the luckiest fandom in the world.  Not just tolerated, but encouraged, one could almost say loved, by the cast and crew.  It isn’t the usual toxic co-dependency you often get between shows needing an audience and fans needing something to follow. 

Together we are something unique.

A View of The Reichenbach Fall

11 Mar

It seems somehow wonderfully synchronistic that I finish watching Sherlock season 2 just as season 3 goes into production.

I thought I’d share a few of my thoughts on “The Reichenbach Fall”.  Firstly, I freely admit that it is NOT an episode I really enjoyed. It was just too uneven and disjointed.  I realise this reflects the dislocated state of Sherlock’s mind throughout the episode, but it made for very hard, very confusing, viewing.

The episode’s savior were the brilliant performances of Benedict Cumberbatch, Martin Freeman and Mark Gatiss.  All three men showed what fantastic actors they are.  I am sorry, Andrew Scott fans, but I can’t really praise his performance, mostly because Moriarty creeps me out so much that I can barely stand to watch him.  Sign of a good actor, I suppose.

There were some scenes that just delighted me.

Sherlock entertaining Moriarty to tea.  So delightfully British.  A friend of mine pointed out that tea appeared quite a bit in this episode.  A foreshadow for season 3?  And if so, of what?

My favourite part of the entire episode was the arrest of Sherlock.  Not so much the arrest, as the aftermath.  The Chief Superintendent shooting his mouth off… John takes two steps and…

Sherlock: Joining me?    John: Yeah, apparently it’s against the law to chin the Chief Superintendent.

Do not mess with John Watson.  He is a Bad Ass!

I have tried to work out how the body substitution was done.  I can work out that time was gained by arranging for someone to knock John over with a bicycle.  One of Sherlock’s homeless network, perhaps?  And to pull off such an audacious act, Mycroft had to be involved.  Only he had access to all the resources needed.

Speaking of Mycroft, was I the only one who found him screwing up and blabbing to Moriarty hard to believe?  Mycroft is too damn smart to allow himself to be used.  I believe Mycroft was pulling Moriarty’s strings.  Sherlock’s increasing fame and public adulation was dangerous.  Dangerous to Mycroft’s continued ability to protect the realm.  Sherlock had to be discredited.  Small things hint at this.  Moriarty having Mycroft’s mobile phone number in “A Scandal in Belgravia” is what caught my attention.  I need to go back and study all the other episodes carefully.  Such a hardship, I know.

I really hope that, having served his purpose, Jim Moriarty will not be brought back.  Steven Moffat has said he’ll be back, but Mark Gatiss has said he won’t.  Hoping Mark Gatiss is correct.

Moriarty isn’t needed.  Conan Doyle supplied at least two other excellent villains that would work well in the modern context.  Blackmailer Charles Augustus Milverton for one.  The other is Colonel Sebastian Moran.

I believe we have already seen Moran.  Remember the sniper in the staircase?  I think this just happens to be Moriarty’s “little friend”.

With season 3 starting filming next week, we now have only months until we get the answers to our questions.  And get given a whole load of more questions to answer.

Completely Cumberbatched!

26 Feb


Cumberbatched: An affliction affecting large numbers of women across the world who are hooked on BBC’s Sherlock.  It takes the form of complete fascination with the high cheekbones, exotic green eyes, creamy translucent skin and cupid’s bow mouth of the star, Benedict Cumberbatch.  Those afflicted tend to be under about 30.  I’m over 40 and I’m Cumberbatched.  I am not sure whether I should be congratulated, pitied or scolded.

I have been a Sherlockian since I first came across Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s novel “A Study in Scarlet” when I was about 10.  I have read all 4 novels and 57 stories numerous times, read pastiches by other writers, watched every damn version of movie and television I could come across.  I’d heard about the modernization of Sherlock Holmes and wasn’t too impressed with the idea…until two weeks ago.

A friend of mine got into it and suggested I would like it.  Quoting lines to me which piqued my interest.  So I bought the season 1 DVDs.  I was enchanted from the first moment.  It was obvious that the writers, Mark Gatiss and Steve Moffat, were also Sherlockians, because the subtle canon references came thick and fast.  What was also obvious was the undeniable charms of the star, Benedict Cumberbatch.

Benedict puts me in mind of a Fairy Prince come out of the Hollow Hills in search of foolish maidens to lure to their doom.  I am neither foolish nor a maiden, but would be amenable to being lured!

Benedict has said in interviews that he would like to play Hamlet.  Personally, I would love to see him play Oberon in “A Midsummer’s Night’s Dream”.  With his exotic looks, he would be the most chilling and believable Oberon ever.  Oberon is NOT a nice character.  King of the Fairies, selfish, dictatorial, sets his wife up to be humiliated, yet given to bursts of kindness, as when he tries to untangle the love affairs of the mortals who are roaming his forest.

If Martin Freeman was teamed with him as Puck…oh what a perfect production that would be.

A wonderful dream for me to contemplate.  But, meanwhile, I have Sherlock dvds to watch, the anticipation of season 3 to savor, whilst continuing to be comprehensively Cumberbatched.

What fools these mortals be!


25 Feb

Now that the obligatory ockerism is out of the way, welcome to my blog.

I’ve decided I need an outlet for my musings, meanderings and generally wandering thoughts, that is slightly larger that 140 characters.  Twitter is a lot of fun, but terribly frustrating for the terminally verbose.

You will, I guess, want to know something about me.  40 something, female, Aussie with a reasonably original mind.  The subjects I will probably cover will include the things I enjoy, such as “Sherlock” (with Benedict Cumberbatch & Martin Freeman), NCIS, books I have particularly enjoyed, food, random occurrences, and also things that drive me totally crazy.

Given that this is a federal election year in Australia, and I loathe politics in any way, shape or form, the possibility exists of several half crazed political rants by the time the election has been and gone in September.

I probably won’t blog everyday, I don’t want to become predictable.  There’s no fun in that.

So, welcome aboard.  Take a seat.  There are oxygen masks above your seats in the case of any emergency.  Fasten your seat belts.  We’re off!

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