Interesting. It's kind of a tangled web, isn't it? I'm kind of surprised they didn't do that up front knowing that maybe it would be a sticking point. Sometimes it's better to be safe than be sorry.
Milo Parker, who indeed looks eerily like a younger Thomas Brodie Sangster, definitely has the acting chops of his look-alike and even upstages Laura Linney--not an easy thing to do.
I was thinking of seeing this film today (since Tuesday is discount day at the theaters), but it was either this or Ant-Man, and it's gotten to the point that I feel compelled to see any new Marvel film in the first week of release just so that I'm not totally spoiled by the Internet and can keep up with the conversation. So maybe I'll see Mr. Holmes next Tuesday.
^The website for the local theater says that Mr. Holmes will still be showing next Tuesday. It's a theater that specializes in indie/art films, not your usual multiplex.
It was fun seeing Nicholas Rowe as the cinematic Holmes. I have to admit, I'm not quite sure his acting was sufficient that he could've carried a whole movie, but he looked the part and did a reasonably good job with what he had.
I did indeed see the film today. It was well-done, an effective alternate perspective on the great detective. Although I may have out-clevered myself, because I was expecting the final revelation to be more startling or complex than it was.
It didn't help that when I heard Mrs. Kelmot ask the railway attendant which train was the slow local and which was the nonstop express, I immediately deduced that she was planning suicide by jumping in front of the express train. That made the outcome rather unsurprising, and I find it hard to believe that Holmes missed it. He said that he'd laid out all the facts but misunderstood their meaning, but that's not true, because he overlooked that one very crucial fact which I felt was telegraphed rather blatantly.
I did totally miss the clue about bee stings vs. wasp stings, even though they telegraphed the hell out of that one.
But I'd convinced myself that this was more of a mystery story than I'd been led to believe, and given that 1947 Holmes's memory was so eroded, I kept expecting we'd find that he was remembering certain details incorrectly. When Umezaki raised the question of what had happened to his father, I started to suspect that Holmes was misremembering and that Kelmot was actually the elder Umezaki.
But later, when Watson showed up in the flashbacks and they never showed his face, I began to suspect that Kelmot was actually Watson, that Holmes had failed to prevent his best friend from losing his wife, and that that was why he couldn't live with it. Although then I couldn't figure out how Umezaki fit in.
But it wasn't that kind of story after all. Instead, we got a less twisty, more straightforward tale with no big surprises (at least, not if you caught that train conversation), a story that was really about Holmes going from "I have no use for imagination, only facts" to understanding the value of a kindly lie. So his "first foray into fiction" was his letter to Umezaki spinning a comforting fantasy about his father's intelligence career for the Crown.
It was fun seeing Nicholas Rowe as the cinematic Holmes. I have to admit, I'm not quite sure his acting was sufficient that he could've carried a whole movie, but he looked the part and did a reasonably good job with what he had.
Were they really still using glass armonicas as late as the 1910s/20s? I think of it more as a part of Ben Franklin's era than Holmes and Watson's.
I did indeed see the film today. It was well-done, an effective alternate perspective on the great detective. Although I may have out-clevered myself, because I was expecting the final revelation to be more startling or complex than it was.
This is my central criticism of the movie. The ending is too hopeful and too pat. The book's ending is more melancholy and more ambiguous.
The point of Mrs. Kelmot's story, imho...
...was twofold. First, to show that Holmes' reason couldn't explain to him why people connect and what they take from those connections. And second, to explain why Holmes took up beekeeping, even if he didn't understand the reason why. He made a connection with Mrs. Kelmot in the garden, not fully understanding it, and after her suicide he was left with the question of why. To Holmes, Mrs. Kelmot is mysterious and somewhat ethereal, at least to Holmes, and she burrowed into his mind and -- yes, even his heart -- in an unexpected way, so that when she was gone and he was still trying to understand her death he latched onto the only tangible thing he had of her -- the glove that drew the bee.
In the book there are significant changes.
First, Holmes' investigation is different and he doesn't follow her to all the various places she goes, so he never knows that she's contemplating suicide -- and certainly not be stepping in front of a train.
Second, Mrs. Kelmot never knows that the man she spoke with in the garden was Sherlock Holmes. He went in disguise, and she never saw through it.
Also, though not really a significant change, Holmes never realizes that's she's suicidal nor that she made a connection with him in the garden. It is clear to the reader, if not to Holmes, that her suicide was because of him; she found someone who understood her, even if it were a Holmes in disguise, and she never saw him again.
I really didn't know what to expect from this (nothing like it happens in the novel), and I was really pleased with how well it pastiched a 1930s-era Universal movie. I think my favorite moment was when the Cinematic Holmes left the garden, and you could tell that was a studio backdrop just beyond him.
This is my central criticism of the movie. The ending is too hopeful and too pat. The book's ending is more melancholy and more ambiguous.
Well, I was talking about the revelation regarding Mrs. Kelmot and why Holmes retired. As I said, I was expecting there to be a more devious twist at the end of the flashback story.
One thing, though. Except for the first two Rathbone films in 1939, every Sherlock Holmes film for the first half of the 20th century was done with a contemporary setting rather than as a period piece (e.g. the Rathbone films from '42 onward had Holmes fighting Nazis). Can you recall whether the movie within the movie was period or "modern?" I'm not sure if we saw enough to tell.
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