I didn’t expect to like the latest series of Sherlock, especially since my love affair with Steven Moffat (the Grand Moff) had sort of fallen out post-s5 Doctor Who. When the series finally premiered on the BBC, a part of me resisted.
For about 10 minutes.
I blame the speed of my giving in to the fact that I now have Unifi (ahem, ahem, show off, I know) making downloading a breeze. But really, I have to watch it since I love murder mysteries. I mean look at the blog. I’m an aspiring murder mystery writer. And then, the last Sherlock Holmes movie was utterly brilliant.
Plus, it’s Sherlock Holmes brought to 2010? Fascinating.
My finger was heavy as clicked the download button. This was in protest of the Grand Moff’s treatment of the Doctor Who series post-RTD. Perhaps I stand in the minority here, but I am a big fan of the RTD era and I disliked what he did to the new series of Doctor Who.
I have to say that watching the first episode of Sherlock, I tried really hard to dislike it. But I ended up really liking it. I especially liked Martin Freeman as John Watson. I’ve always had a soft spot for Martin Freeman, and his portrayal as the tormented Watson post-war, his irritation combined with fondness for the man himself was everything I imagined. Benedict Cumberbatch was unnaturally skinny, but other than that, he endeared himself as the slightly cold, detached but the genius Sherlock Holmes was.
There were some little bits that I did not enjoy, like the graphics that popped up every so often. The mystery was easy to solve – but I suppose I’ve read and watched so many murder mysteries that it was easy to figure out.
But the second episode. *Spoilers Ahead*
I still love Sherlock Holmes but I found the second episode, frankly rather bizarre. They had this entire episode of a Chinese acrobat troop that had connections to Triads in China and as always, a helpless but very beautiful damsel in distress with in-depth knowledge of Chinese treasure. And of course, she was an orphan rescued by the triads.
I tweeted about this issue saying that Asians are all about doing mystical things, obsessing over lotuses, tai chi in between our laundry. Sometimes, I imagine that Westerners imagine Asians to wake up in the morning, we read our ancient scrolls whilst we sit on the floor doing our ancient tea-ceremony. And then a quick exercise of some fancy martial arts before I go off to work. Of course, my job will consist of something like calligraphy or some other Asian arts and then I’ll round my evening with a Malay dance that I’ve practiced since I was a wee child, making me nimble and apt to do acrobatics. That way, I can easily climb up the wall of my house when I’ve lost the keys.
It’s like it’s almost impossible to imagine that we do *gasp* boring things like go to the office, get stuck in traffic, pick up a Starbucks, go to dinner at a restaurant, whine and bitch about our bosses.
You know, it’s fine to write about the wily Orientals but if they’ve updated Sherlock Holmes to 2010, update the triads to 2010. The Blind Banker did not really romanticize it as much as made it ridiculous. As far as I know, they’re not into acrobatics. No, they beat people up, they are brutal, they chain people up. They’re not fun or sweet or certainly mystical. They are scary as hell.
And Asian women are more than capable of taking care of themselves, thank you very much. We’re not all damsels in distress you know with long-flowy hair and doe-eyed looks.
Some of us have frizzy hair.
In conclusion: Let’s hope tonight’s final episode would be better.