Over the last three evenings, Will and I have watched the first series of the BBC’s Sherlock.
Here is my history with Sherlock Holmes: I’ve seen Young Sherlock Holmes (which scared me half to death when I was 11 or so), The Seven-Per-Cent Solution, and Hammer’s The Hound of the Baskervilles. I’ve also read a tremendous number of Nero Wolfe mysteries, which are not Sherlock Holmes stories at all, but you can probably imagine how I might be confused.
So we watched Sherlock and I loved it. (Actually, I thought the middle episode was a bit clunky, but I ADORED the first episode and thought the third was very good.) (Furthermore, fuck you England for having three episode seasons, what the fucking hell.)
Here are two interesting things about the show. (Interesting to me.)
1. I imagine lots of ladies find Benedict Cumberbatch’s looks to be a nice added bonus to the series. I am not into him at all, but I seem to have sighed audibly when craggy Inspector Lestrade first appeared. (I am kind of surprised Will hasn’t made fun of me, actually.)
2. (which is really more like 1.5) I looked up who plays Inspector Lestrade. Imagine my surprise when I discovered that it’s Rupert Graves, my biggest teenage crush. My taste in men has done a complete 180 in the last 15 years, and yet.
Here he is in Maurice(be still my beating teenage heart):
And here he is in Sherlock (be still my beating 30-something heart):
It is really remarkable to discover that there is someone who has conformed to my taste over pretty much my entire life.
In other news:
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