There are a lot of detective shows on television, and all of them owe a debt to Sherlock Holmes. The socially maladjusted detective, the bantering partners, the curious charm of a guy who knows he's smarter than anyone else in the room.
As a teenager, I went through a serious Sherlock Holmes phase. So, until I read Yunte Huang's Charlie Chan, I thought I'd seen it all in terms of works about sleuths that blurred lines and crossed boundaries.
I've certainly seen quite a few adaptations of Sherlock Holmes. So I feel as prepared as anyone who is not a member of the Baker Street Irregulars to tackle the wave of Holmesiana that has arrived on DVD.
It's a rare thing to get generally decent reviews, open to $62 million, slowly but surely cross $200 million domestic and $500 million worldwide, win a Golden Globe for lead actor and still end up with no respect.
Iron Man 2, entertaining as it is, and I like it, is a big missed opportunity. It could have been a lighter version of The Dark Knight, exploring deeper themes in a pop context with a more congenial cast. Instead, it's confused.
Robert Downey Jr. won the award for Best Actor in a Movie Abomination for pretending to play Sherlock Holmes. These awards really are meaningless. He shouldn't be rewarded for that film; he should be punished.
In the last Survivor episode, Shambles' plot to depose the Viper Queen had triumphed, thanks to a flip-vote by John, who avoided a random draw that might send any of them home. This week began Shambles' gleeful return to camp.