Detective Sherlock Holmes gets a gritty makeover courtesy of Robert Downey Jr and Guy Ritchie.

If you’ve read the Sherlock Holmes novels by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, you’ll already know that the fictional detective is a London-based investigator famed for his great intellect, powers of deduction and use of forensics in pursuit of the truth. A Gil Grissom for the turn of the century, if you will – although the CSI mentor didn’t smoke cigars or indulge in liquid cocaine, as far as I know!

There is no sign of a tweed jacket or deerstalker hat as director Guy Ritchie (Lock, Stock And Two Smoking Barrels, Snatch, RocknRolla) hauls the literary icon on to the silver screen in gritty style. I was concerned about how much of the essence of the books would be retained in the Hollywood production – but I see now that there was no reason to worry. Ritchie has remained true to the man immortalised by Doyle – so much so that you’re left wondering whether Basil Rathbone (1940s) and Jeremy Brett (1980s) even bothered to delve into Doyle’s world before portraying Holmes in a series of radio and television projects all those years ago.

It’s elementary, old chap

Ritchie puts Holmes into sharp focus with a searing, honest look at the internal realm that dictates his moods and movements – and this is exactly what allows Robert Downey Jr (The Soloist, Tropic Thunder) to shine. The Iron Man star paints the sleuth as an egocentric loner whose Bohemian lifestyle does little to distract him from the boredom that inevitably ensues when he’s not trying to solve a case.

Holmes’ penchant for martial arts (largely ignored in previous theatrical outings) is pounced on by Ritchie, who uses bare-knuckle fight scenes as a canvas to illustrate the detective’s physical prowess and superior smarts. One of my favourite moments is a slow-motion sequence where Holmes talks the audience through his plan of attack, explaining in detail how each blow will affect his opponent. A montage of kicks and punches drives his point home – then the scene is played in real time and the burly bugger who spat at him is left gasping for air in a matter of seconds.

A partner in crime

Jude Law (Alfie, Closer) holds his own as the calm right-hand man to Downey’s flamboyant – if slightly reluctant – hero, seamlessly moving Dr John Watson from partner to accomplice. But he is far from the bumbling fool so often cast as a mere sidekick to Holmes… No, Law brings a steady determination and sombre resignation to the role – and you never feel as though his talents and skills are inferior to those of the man he so deeply admires.

The interactions between Holmes and Watson are central to the story and I think Downey and Law have captured the mutual regard at the heart of the relationship with natural grace and a hearty helping of boys’ club banter. Reports from the set indicate that they were entirely at ease in other’s company throughout filming and this friendship translates well on screen.

A weak rival

My two biggest disappointments were Mark Strong (Stardust, Body Of Lies) and Rachel McAdams (The Notebook, State Of Play). Strong, playing the evil Lord Blackwood, is suitably scary at all the right moments, but fails to create a believable bad guy. His lust for power and his passion for the dark arts made me dislike him, but that dislike never grew into hate – and so the showdown between him and Holmes left me wanting. Blackwood meets his maker at the end of a rope, but the scene didn’t evoke what I call the “die-die-die-you-evil-bastard” moment of audience satisfaction.

Rachel McAdams as the femme fatale Irene Adler didn’t inspire me at all. She is too young for someone who is supposed to be jaded and worldly-wise and there is no chemistry between her and Downey, so the love/lust between them is unconvincing. She looks beautiful in period costume and handles herself well alongside the men, but I think the role could have been taken in another direction by someone with a bit more gravitas.

All in all, a rollicking adventure worthy of a trip to the cinema.


Janine Papendorf likes coffee, chocolate and wine. Not necessarily in that order. She’s married to a nerdy biker and they’re raising Cape Town’s cleverest child. When she’s not building Lego castles or watching old movies, Janine likes to send words into cyberspace. She’s a freelance writer and content strategist based in South Africa’s beautiful Mother City. Witness her obsession with pink flowers on Instagram, or contact her to collaborate on a project.


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