For a movie that's supposed to be about preternaturally intelligent people, this one is not very smart. The main character's deductive powers aren't rendered convincingly, nor are the same for Henry Cavill's bizarrely buff Sherlock Holmes. What's just as distracting is the ostentatiously color-blind casting of 19th century London—there are Black and Asian actors throughout, but not many with speaking parts, and the focus is never not on the white characters. (This is a well intentioned and increasingly popular but ultimately insidious bit of creative malpractice that exacerbates rather than ameliorates.) The biggest sin though is that the movie is just much less interesting than it promises or even thinks it is. What looks like the main plot line—Enola goes on the hunt for her missing mother—gets inexplicably sidelined by a B plot with a handsome young nobleman that's not just farfetched but ultimately inconsequential. Boring, really.