James and I went to see Guy Ritchie's Sherlock Holmes this afternoon. I enjoyed it. It is nothing like Conan Doyle, but as long as you know that before you start, it makes quite a good yarn. There was a hanging scene (I covered my eyes for that) and lots of fight scenes that went on too long and could have been trimmed down a bit, and 2 1/2 hours was too long, but the performances were all very good and I enjoyed looking at grimy Victorian London.
It was James's second film of the day. He'd already seen Kind Hearts and Coronets. What film stamina the man has.
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