August 16th, 2010
Sometimes I think watching a movie is like going on a blind date. In both, you know very little about what is in store– and what you are told is limited and to point of view from someone who really wants it to work out between the two of you. For a blind date, you usually dress up to put your best face forward. Similarly, people have invested time to make the film posters look appealing (their “Sunday best” or “club attire,” if you will). And, in both cases, you never really know what you are in for. Sure, both experiences will likely be over in a few hours, but its anybody’s guess as to what will happen. Your blind date could be a boring, self-important real estate developer (a movie equivalent of Crash), or a bit too perky insurance salesperson (think House Bunny—or perhaps you shouldn’t). The date could go remarkably well, or just look good on paper. Such is the case with Sherlock Holmes.