Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Braving murderers in the shower for dear Sherlock
Late last night I watched one episode of BBC's new series of Sherlock Holmes. And first let me say, I'm a big Sherlock Holmes fan, so a 21st century version of this classic sounded a little dangerous. But I think my skepticism proved unwarranted in the end. They captured the essence of the characters beautifully and wrote excellent new stories that fit the bill as far as cleverness and suspense are concerned. Go here to watch them online if ya fancy. (They won't mind that I stole their image if I plug their show, right?)
But something else you should know about me: I don't do scary movies. I don't do anything that even hints at scary. I occasionally leave the room when the previews for scary movies come on. My good friends could tell you. Don't try to convince me to bend the no scary movies rule.
Even the Sherlock Holmes episode I watched last night, not intended to be "scary" really, just suspenseful, was pushing it.
I had already stayed up until about 1 o'clock to watch it, at the beginning fooling myself that I was going to watch only a part and then off to bed. But then afterwards I needed a whole other hour to get myself out of murder mystery mode to go to sleep. Do you get that way?
This is basically how my paranoid thoughts went: I hear a noise in the kitchen, someone's in the house! Oh Lord save me, what if he comes in here? Blunt objects, blunt objects...or maybe better to play asleep? Oh, they're going upstairs. Must have been Mom or Dad. I have to brush my teeth, just don't look into the dark kitchen as I pass. Oh dear the bathtub curtain's half pulled! Could I see if someone were in there? Better pull that back. Whew, no one. Now for the teeth. Oh my gosh, this feels so normal... murder victims are always doing normal things before someone jumps out and slashes their throat!
I hear people enjoy being scared, but I just don't get it.
And finally, I could have sworn that Sherlock was the boss from Ugly Betty, actor Eric Mabius. I was rather proud of myself for remembering it, actually, but it turned out to be someone completely different, Benedict Cumberbatch. (Can you beat that name? Or imagine a little kid learning to spell it?)
(left)Benedict (right) Eric. My mom thinks I'm crazy. Back me up on this one.