Well, I guess I really shouldn't have complained about the 8:58 thing in my previous post. Turns out it was just a sham start time for PBS to run its commercials prior to an actual 9:00 p.m. start time of the new Sherlock. And PBS then spared us the person with the British accent saying something about Conan Doyle and/or Holmes. And, I am told, they didn't cut anything this time around. So thanks to PBS for not getting in the way once the time was here.
And what time was that?
Time to get together with old friends.
You know, I could go on about this detail or that detail. Compare it to past exploits, call out favorite characters, make a comment about . . . no, tonight I won't even do that.
I've always enjoyed my friends. The nearby ones, whom I got to see this weekend. The faraway ones, whom I only get to see every year or so . . . sometimes longer. But the thing about good friends is that no matter what the interval, when you come together once more, it only takes a little bit before it's just like it always was. That little miracle . . . that consistent chemistry over time . . . it's a joy I've been lucky enough to have grown quite familiar with over the course of my life.
And tonight, it just felt a lot like that.
It doesn't matter what those friends have been particularly up to. It was just good to be with them again for ninety minutes, to spend an evening with them. And I'm not talking about characters in some TV show that just had six previous episodes.
I'm talking about Sherlock Holmes. And Dr. Watson. Mrs. Hudson. And G. Lestrade. Oh . . . and Mycroft Holmes, even though he's always been more the "friend of a friend" sort. Folks whom I've know all of my adult life. Yes, yes, I know they're only shades of real people, imaginary spirits evoked by a medium -- be it literary or video based. But I've know them a very long time.
And tonight, they came back for a visit. And it was just like old times.
Works for me.
The ongoing investigation of Sherlock Holmes, reported from the Peoria, Illinois outpost of Baker Street's dirtiest half a dozen.
Well, now that you've seen it - apart from the joy of having them back at all, which I share - I've done a couple of posts over on Alistair Duncan's blog (I'm a co-blogger now! ;-))
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if you're interested. There are spoiler warnings for the ones you've yet to see.
After avoiding the tweet-alongs, etc. last night, I'm still giving it a day or so to soak in before I start reading up on it . . . but I'll get there!
DeleteHouston's PBS station handled it better. And I enjoyed the half-hour feature about the show, afterwards--Louise Brealey had to shoot that kiss scene several times. Poor girl.
ReplyDeleteLots to say later. The episode was accused of containing fanservice. I'm a fan, so I don't mind.
I shall be interested to hear. I enjoy a little meta. I also enjoy a little "V for Vendetta." So I didn't mind much, either.
DeleteWatched it on Monday afternoon, work nights, yes, even on Sunday too. One trivia comment - When the politician is watching the news he switches channels, you don't see the screen but hear a voice - was that JLM in an episode of 'Elementary'?
DeleteThey actually cut 2 slightly profane jokes...one entirely, and one was altered so it wasn't as obvious. I didn't notice anything else, but someone else may have. I was a little surprised, as the first time I heard a particular word on TV was on PBS 20+ years ago, but perhaps they thought younger kids might be watching.
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let me guess, John pulling on his gloves and the F...cough?
DeleteThey actually did the glove thing, but they shortened the F before the koff, and they left out "c*ck." Which I totally missed until someone pointed it out.
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