Okay, I'm going do this, not because I have to, but because I want to.
Sherlock Holmes was the Victorian Deadpool.
Yes, Deadpool, the nineteen-nineties product of the comic book bubble, child of mutant X-mania, "Why is this character so popular?" murderous mercenary being portrayed by living-his-dreams Ryan Reynolds in the movie "Deadpool" opening this Friday. Or tonight, if you count those sneaky Thursday night first showings.
I could go deep and cite some classic trickster-god character business, but it's late and I'm tired.
It's the smart-alecky comments, that little bit of self-awareness Holmes exhibits in commenting on other fictional detectives, the unflappable confidence in the face of . . . whatever.
But Sherlock Holmes and Deadpool did fight to the death aboard H.G. Wells's time machine in the fourth chapter of Deadpool: Classics Killustrated. So they're also opposing forces as well, especially given Holmes's Victorian lack-of-boundaries and Deadpool's millennial lack-of-boundaries . . . time periods matter, don't they?
Ah, well, like I said, it's late and I'm tired.
I would mention that "Deadpool" is a great, R-rated superhero funtime, too, but it's Thursday night and the Elementary fans wandering through might decide to bag on my affection for it in their misguided quest for vengeance. (Is a group of said fans truly called "a bitter of Elementary fans," as I've heard spoken by someone who should be truly ashamed and not call themselves a good Sherlockian, because really all "Sherlock" is good "Sherlock," right?)
Hey, this blog is a form of "Sherlock," sorta! Good! Night!