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30 December 2009

Sherlock Holmes

I grew up on Sherlock, quite literally.  I grabbed my dad's heavy volumes and looked at the original Strand etchings even before I could read the complicated stories.  And Jeremy Brett IS Sherlock Holmes.  Doyle himself couldn't have a qualm with that casting.  So I was initially thrilled when I heard of the pairing of Robert Downey, Jr and Jude Law as the storied sleuths.  Then I saw a trailer and felt betrayed.  Since when was Sherlock an action hero?  And Watson a slimy-looking ingrate?  I even get annoyed at the Basil Rathbone films when Watson is portrayed as a bumbling fool.  He is an doctor!  It was explained to me that this film was being based on graphic novel, not the stories, but I wasn't satisfied.  Sherlock is great - why mess with it? 
Then post-Christmas ennui set in and as the family sat around eating leftovers for dinner we contemplated our entertainment options (As funny as the word "squeakquel" is, we weren't going to sit through a story about hip-hop rodents).  We agreed (amazingly enough) on seeing Sherlock Holmes, all with the understanding that it not be compared to any other adaptations, or even the writings, really.  I chose to think of it as a guy in Victorian London who gets involved in sci-fi adventures.  
I am not an easy convert, but Sherlock ended up being a fun film and much more literary than I anticipated.  The "case" was not taken from any story I am aware of, but had elements of Holmesian problems.  Indeed, the consequences for not solving it in time were much more monumental than anything that Sherlock faced, except maybe the Naval Treaty.
It employed an interesting device, that was thankfully not overused, of letting us in on Holmes' thoughts and reasoning before seeing him carry it out.  It works, particularly by being introduced in a boxing match, that no Guy Ritchie movie can be without.
Downey, Jr. brings a nice levity to the character, and clearly was inspired by Brett's facial tics and idiosyncrasies.  Jude Law does well as Watson, but the character itself doesn't quite find its footing.  I don't blame Law, but rather the storyline.  It uses him as a soundboard for Holmes, which he often is, but it falters when it tries to give him his own backbone.  

The heroine, if she can be called that, is played by Rachel McAdams.  She too is passable, has a few scenes in which to shine, but her talent is underutilized.  Her character is also the only one that   drops the ball in terms of production design.  Her frocks are ridiculous and hot pink.  Not a good idea.  The rest of the set design was superb.  221b is a fabulous mess, one can almost smell the stench of the Thames, and the villain's lairs reek of turn-of-the-century nostalgia  (I am fairly certain they used the same prison yard and warehouse in Nolan's The Prestige.  And I think Watson wears the same jacket as Branagh's Hamlet).  


This jacket.


And this prison yard.



The face off with the bad guy got a bit long, and the "girl" isn't all that, but overall, the movie was very enjoyable, even for a stalwart Holmes fan. There is plenty to make a fan smile, and enough to keep a general viewer engaged.  The clues were dropped is a smart way, something not often seen anymore.  They weren't overt and obvious.  There is nothing more annoying than knowing the answer to the mystery but having to wait 2 hours for everyone around you to figure it out.  Not the case here.  Ideas were subtle enough to be mysterious yet visible enough to avoid the cliche it-was-the-guy-you-never-saw-who-did-it-the-whole-time (i.e. Bone Collector).
In short, go see Sherlock Holmes, even if you think you won't like it.  It won't be like any Sherlock you've seen before - but it won't be unrecognizable.

07 April 2009

Lured (1947)

This fascinating, well-paced and superbly-acted film has somehow managed to slip away unnoticed in the annals of classic film. It stars a young and cheeky Lucille Ball as an American chorus girl/hoofer in 1940s London. Her best friend disappears after answering an ad in the personal section. While questioning the spunky Sandra, Scotland Yard enlists her help to find the poetic killer who lures young girls with his unusual writing. She answers the ads, under the watchful eye of the detectives, and tries to ferret out the murderer. Her adventures lead her to meetings both frightful and funny.
Along the way, she bumps into the ever-charming George Sanders, man-about-town. They find romance but as the net closes in around the culprit, she begins to suspect her fiance may be out to get her.
Ball is gorgeous, stunning and is wielding her own brand of sass in this film. It is a brilliant example of what she could do, without the pratfalls and slapstick of 1950s television. Sanders is as devastatingly suave as ever. He gleefully combines the sophistication of his role in Dorian Gray, the stoic mind of his doctor in Village of the Damned and his slightly sleazy charm from Rebecca to create his most well-rounded character to date. Charles Coburn is delightful as the reliable chief inspector at Scotland Yard. There is a lovely, funny and slightly off-balance small role for Boris Karloff, as a mad fashion designer. He seems to be thoroughly enjoying the chance to be completely off-the-wall. Also enjoyable is the slow character arc displayed by Cedric Hardwicke as Sander's secretary. This cast is perhaps so vibrant due to the even-handed direction by Douglas Sirk.
Fans of Sirk may feel a bit uneasy about seeing a film of his in black and white, and a suspenseful noir to boot. But only his touch could have made this what it is. It is beautifully shot, taking full advantage of light and shadow, black and white, and all the greys inbetween. The dark, sinister London nights are crooked and winding, to be sure, but we are led there by a shining, innocent (but hardly naive) red-head. There we meet interesting characters and almost forget we are on the trail of a killer.
Luckily, this film was recently released on DVD by Kino Video - no excuse in waiting until it comes on TCM again to check it out.