Seeing as I take for granted that you, dear reader, are quite the intelligent, perceptive individual I imagine you to be, I'm sure I can confess the following without unduly surprising you: Most of my interests have sprouted and grown from literary roots, so it naturally follows that much of whatever I do tune into television-wise is no exception.
Now, I love Basil Rathbone for his iconic, trend-setting Holmes (what with the deer hunter and signature thinking pipe) as much as the next girl, but the BBC's modern take on the Victorian detective blew me and all of my previous cynical assumptions about the general worthlessness of yet another interpretation completely out of the water.
It really shouldn't have come as so much of a shock, considering who writes the script as well as who the main players are. I adore these two just as much if not even more than I adore Jeremy Brett and David Burke as their Victorian counterparts, and that's really saying something! If I say I'm extremely impressed by Mr. Cumberbatch's edgier & less socially conscious interpretation of Holmes, I'm completely flabbergasted by Freeman's completely fresh, intelligent, everyman take of our dearly beloved Dr. Watson. He's everything the new Holmes needs to balance out his varying levels of psychosis & is by no means any less interesting of a character study than the great detective himself. And that, I must say, is quite the achievement!
As always & such and so forth,
Torey
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