Light In Your Head And Dead On Your Feet

I whiled away this afternoon by visiting the new Sherlock Holmes.
Boy, Guy Ritchie sure knows how to keep the movie going.
Alas, no multiple interweaving storylines, like in Lock, Stock and Snatch, but the elaboration of Holmes' actions and the replaying of multiple scenes do give it that typical Ritchie feel. The flow jsut felt so natural for it all, with the fast paced action, Victorian rabble and strange steampunk inventions giving it that little bit of flair that the first couple of Holmes novels have.
This is why I love Conan Doyle's style of writing, especially the more gaudy 10ct novella style writing he has. A debonair Holmes, taunting his adversaries and comrades alike, slightly eccentric, with a John Watson who is in his prime as the sidekick that does nog mind getting involved in a bit of a brawl.
It all seemed a bit more like Arsène Lupin than Holmes.
Granted, they moved the roles of the supporting characters around a bit, with Mary Morstan being introduced as Watson's fiancée and Irene Adler reappearing to sweep Holmes off his feet, which makes it quite hard to place the movie anywhere chronologically, unless you would place it loosely around the time of The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes.

One more for the wish list, now if only The Brothers Bloom would get its release here.