Monday, May 10, 2010
Sherlock Holmes
It is beyond me how a film can be so complex and convoluted and still manage to be so vapid at the same time. This film disrespects the cherished characters of both Holmes and Watson, turning them into a pair of Victorian ninjas in a bad Hong Kong karate movie knock off. Arthur Conan Doyle is spinning in his grave like a Vegas slot machine. Don't waste your time. That's all the petulant sarcasm I can muster for this piece o' crap.
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