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Trite and vacuous. Character motivations and desires are painted on in broad, clumsy strokes. Dialogue is cringe-inducing. Watson’s shaky American accent detracts from her otherwise fine performance. Incompetently directed and edited.
And yet, somehow, there are moments where everything works and you just *feel* it. All the flaws melt away and in those fleeting moments you were a part of that world. You feel his agony and desire for Sam, his gut-wrenching longing for her. And in those moments, you’re back in your own high school memories, as waves of stomach-turning nostalgia wash over you.
This review reportedly contains spoilers. I can handle the truth.
I think I have a soft spot for bromances and Guy Ritchie’s distinctive styling because I enjoyed this film more than its reviews would suggest. Jared Harris plays an evil Prof. Moriarty splendidly, as did Stephen Fry with Mycroft.
This is a straight bromance though; Irene Adler is dispensed of within the first 15 minutes, and Watson’s wife was literally thrown off a moving train. The only female presence for most of the film came from a gypsy woman named Simza. Viewers looking for equal representation of both sexes will be disappointed.