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Sherlock Holmes

We've got a guest review this week, our friend Dustin Hiser has a few words regarding Sherlock Holmes.
Starring: Robert Downey Jr., Jude Law
Rating: 5/10
Directed By: Guy Ritchie
Runtime: 128 minutes

I'm going to be honest here, I still haven't seen Sherlock Holmes. It's not that I don't want to, it's just that I've been a little swamped with holiday travel and getting the new blog started. It is very much on my list of must see movies, because Robert Downey, Jr. is one of the few actors I always want to see - the man is brilliant even when the material isn't quite up to par.

Luckily for us, my friend and sometime script consultant Dustin Hiser went to see it and has a few things to say about it. I think I'll let him take it from here.

The Sign of the Bore

I've finally figured out Guy Ritchie's fatal weakness as a filmmaker. He doesn't actually care about character, theme, or even storytelling. He just wants to be cool. He only wants characters that quirky, badasses, or sex godesses. Because they're cool. He employs flashy cutting, hyper-stylized cinematography, and fractured time lines. Because they're cool!

This worked for the bonkers Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels, and Snatch. Those movies were cool and it felt natural, easy. Things took a turn for the ugly with Swept Away, this decade's Isthar. Revolver was dreadful, and RocknRolla dances in your faces practically screaming "look how cool I am" and is then forgotten before you've even unlocked the car to leave the theater.

Which brings us to Ritchie's desperate-to-please, big-Hollywood style stab at Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's timeless icon. The production values are excellent. Period-appropriate London is completely convincing. Downey's Holmes captures the mad intensity of Doyle's character, withdrawn, depressed, and self destructive when he's has nothing to occupy is never ceasing ming, burning life and frantic energy when the case does arrive. He does however, straight up mumble for half the picture, rendering what might have been neat instances of observation/deduction/knowledge, but I couldn't tell. Couldn't understand him.

Ah yes, the case. When it comes to adaptations, remakes, re-imaginings, etc, I'm a pretty forgiving fellow, as long as the soul is intact. Change the race, change the gender, change the setting, but don't lose the essence. The mystery, the case, is the soul of a Sherlock Holmes' tale and I'm afraid this is where Ritchie's film falls flat. Sure, there's something dastardly afoot, but solving the puzzle is beyond the audience to predict. We're not made a part of the unraveling. Stuff goes on that we don't understand, and it's all explained in the end in smash cut flash backs, filling us in with details that were never foreshadowed, many of them feeling like afterthoughts to dig the screenplay out of the hole it dug for itself. Doyle's stories invite us to narrow our brows and read carefully. One feels included in the process. We're right there with Watson (who in this movie, is quite spry for a man with a permanent war injury) Here, Ritchie holds out on us, keeping the mechanics of the mystery entirely to himself and the larger mystery afoot exists for no other purpose than to make a sequel.

Why such failure in maintaining the soul of Holmes? Because Ritchie doesn't care about the mystery. He drowns the film in cool, in showy camera angles, manically (and confusingly) cut action and the whole affair is drummed up with buddy-movie comedic angle that falls flat. It's just not funny. The shifts in tone from funny, to mysterious, to thrilling, to dramatic, are jarring, barely held together at the seams.

Guy Ritchie has undeniable talent as a stylist. He'll make a worthwhile movie again one day. No one who works that hard with that much raw talent will just fade away.

Meh. Maybe maybe next time.