~Mrs. Hudson
Sherlock Holmes series 4 was having something of a moment - a mind
bending fourth outing of the much acclaimed BBC series. Trashed, beaten, and
hung out to dry by the critics, I have remained rather fond of the series and
its cast.
Penned by an award-winning team, Holmes and Watson have
been re-imagined for the twenty-first century.
The writing has been breathtakingly original and utterly hilarious.
Policeman:
Do you have *any* idea what speed you were going at?
Mrs. Hudson:
No, of course not! I was on the phone.
Quite clearly, this is not a Holmes and Watson for purists, but it is
one of the funniest programs I've followed for ages. It's quirky, witty, and fast-paced
and, whilst unmistakably irreverent, manages to tug its forelock in the
direction of the Conan-Doyle creation on which it depends.
It's gifted physical comedy, as well as cleverly scripted, and I could
not think of a better, quicker way of catapulting myself out of the beginning
of the New Year slough of despondency than to have spent a few hours watching this
unique show.
And so, on to “The Fabulous Baker
Street Babes (fast cars & loose cardigans?)” episode 1.
