Hee hee hee.
Derren Brown. Helicopters with red spotlights. A lead pipe beating that would destroy a face, to say nothing of internal organs.
So over the top. So much fun. And really, James Bond. With Mycroft as "M."
Not like he hasn't been "M" before, of course.
Only James Bond never had a buddy who was getting tea and store-bought cookies set out on a very everyday kitchen table.
Yesterday I may have been focused on Mark Gatiss giving the ladies what many (not all) wanted with an exploration of Watson's abandonment emotions, but having listened to the Baker Street Babes's podcast, my mind was in a fairly feminine mode. Discovering it again on the Comcast on-demand service tonight, I remembered how many cinematic boy toys Gatiss was handing out as well.
Boys toys, girls toys, Canon fan toys, movie fan toys, Molly fan toys . . . "The Empty Hearse" is a virtual Santa Claus bag full of set piece treats. Even Jack the flippin' Ripper. While there's been talk of the Anderson bits being in there for the fans, this whole episode is fan fodder, really, and in the same way a squirrel's hoard of acorns and such prepare him for a long winter, the many, many details of "The Empty Hearse" are the real gift to the fans, giving us so much to chew on for the next hiatus.
But I'll let you in on a little secret: I really hate blogging on Sherlock. I mean, it's not like we need one more opinion on a show that's riding so high with web commentators of all sorts. (How do they not touch the rails? Somebody somewhere will be writing on that, if they haven't already.) Yet how can I not?
Sherlock has what I want from Sherlock Holmes. It's just that simple.