(Note: contains spoilers. You probably wouldn’t want to
read this if you have yet to see the first episode of the fourth series of Sherlock. You have been warned.)
Sherlock
returned to our screens last Sunday, some seven years after Benedict
Cumberbatch and Martin Freeman first appeared as the modern-day Sherlock Holmes
and Dr Watson, and three years after the
third series (although there was that rather disappointing one-off one last
year which purported to be a reimagining of the original, late-Victorian
setting of the Sherlock Holmes adventures but which turned out to be an extended
dream-sequence). I watched it, because it’s Sherlock,
and even though I will be watching the rest of the series I must say that it hasn’t
been the most auspicious of starts.
Yes, there was an updating of one of Sir Arthur Conan
Doyle’s stories. ‘The Adventure of the Six Napoleons’ – the one in which a
criminal is going around smashing up plaster busts of Napoleon Bonaparte
because he hid a stolen jewel in one of them, but he doesn’t know which one –
became ‘The Six Thatchers’, the twist being that although Sherlock thought that
the missing item was a jewel (with the same name as the one in the original story) it was in
fact a memory-stick which led onto a bringing-up of Mary’s back-story which in
turn set up the episode’s denouement.
However, I cannot help but think that Sherlock has lost its way, and that the many references were there because they had to be, just like the bits where Sherlock acts like an arse because not only is he cleverer than everyone else, he knows he is. But these things which identify an episode of Sherlock as being an episode of Sherlock were mere window-dressing, for ‘The Six Thatchers’ seemed for the most
part to be less Sherlock Holmes than some sort of James Bond pastiche. The solving of a mystery took second place to a tale of secret agents for hire, a fight in a swimming-pool, shady governmental goings-on, betrayal, a few
overseas locations, much running around (including in the vicinity of the MI6
building, no less) and characters pointing guns at each other. By the time it
got to Mary the former assassin being shot in the aquarium (I did warn you that this post
contained spoilers) I was frankly past caring, aside from wondering how this compares
with Tracy getting shot just after becoming Mrs Bond at the end of On
Her Majesty’s Secret Service and considering that this might not be the
last we’ve seen of Amanda Abbington, given how reluctant writers Steven Moffat
and Mark Gatiss are when it comes to moving on from main characters after they’ve
been killed off (witness the fact that Jim ‘Miss Me?’ Moriarty is still a major
talking-point).
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