The second Sherlock Holmes movie is like eating a plain sponge cake. You enjoy it while you’re eating it but there’s a underlying feeling of disappointment that it isn’t chocolate gateaux. There is also this feeling that the chef was so close to a culinary masterpiece but fell lamentably short. Yes, I am writing this close to lunch time. :-)
So back to the movie now. The acting is sparkling, the dialogues are witty and sharp, and even the cinematography is spiffy and spot on. And yet, I was left feeling underwhelmed. No, it wasn’t the ,much discussed ‘homo-erotic overtones’ that the internet is discussing or the prospect of Downey Jr. in drag. It’s just…Everything ties up so neatly, nothing is ever a coincidence and Sherlock Holmes is like a character from the Marvel Stable. He even has a costume – that ridiculous ‘camouflage suit’. Watson could have been Robin or any of the other sidekicks who have reasonable superpowers and the unshakable belief in the main guy. Even Prof. Moriarty lacks the charisma required to make himself agreeable to world leaders or even inspire unflinching loyalty in men like Sebastian Moran.
On the plus side, there isn’t a dull moment in the movie. Something is always happening on screen. Consequently, off screen, you’re always on the edge of your seat. The stunts are magnificent as are the fights. They have this fluidity and choreography that I only find in the Kill Bill series or in Kung-Fu movies.
So I guess what I’m trying to say is that the movie is fun and enjoyable. But it certainly wasn't written at 22b Baker Street.