Season six started last night.
I've missed Sherlock and Joan.
Yeah, it's been a really long time. Though I'm glad we don't have to worry about the show getting delayed by sports anymore.
I found Sherlock's fears about the loss of his mental faculties surprisingly moving.
Yes. Nothing could terrify him more than losing the one thing that he defines himself by. (Coincidentally, Harry Wells is going through much the same thing on
The Flash right now, but this is the actual
Sherlock Holmes we're talking about, the very archetype of pride in one's brilliance.) Also, Miller did a fantastic job showing Sherlock more vulnerable than we've probably ever seen him.
It's kind of refreshing, though, to learn that he has post-concussion syndrome. I mean, how many TV heroes over the decades have been conked on the noggin and knocked unconscious dozens of times, yet suffered no lasting ill effects? The fact that the violence Sherlock has suffered is having a lasting neurological impact is a refreshing dose of realism.
I didn't really care about the case.
Yup. First name in the guest credits: "Brett Dalton." Me, five seconds later: "Yeah, he's the killer."
Although it highlighted kind of a weird double standard. It treated sex tapes as such a routine fact of life these days that it seemed incongruous that the woman's family saw anything disgraceful about it. I guess they were more conservative than most, or else just wanted an excuse to disown their black sheep.
I saw the final reveal coming about a minute before the camera made the reveal. Something about the way it was staged had me go, "Oh, I bet that..." And that's exactly what it was.
Me too. He was panting hard, but he wasn't jogging, just standing in place in the middle of the woods. Not that many things he could've been doing. Plus there was the fact that the dialogue in both conversations had so coyly avoided mentioning what the guy's "work" was, which was a tipoff that there was a twist coming up.
Heck, were Sherlock at full mental strength, he'd probably have already gotten warning signs off this guy. I'm not sure how I feel about a story arc where Sherlock Holmes is clueless that someone is up to no good. That's his trademark, seeing volumes about a person on first glance. So how long can they keep this up? I hope Sherlock catches on fast. Or, better yet, maybe he's
already caught on that something's off and is playing innocent in order to learn more about the guy. Maybe that's why he turned to this guy instead of Alfredo when he "needed someone to talk to."