Before the internet hunts me down for my inevitable betrayal, I should open this post by saying that I’ve never been a particularly big fan of Steven Moffat’s Sherlock series. I think B. Cumb does a reasonable job of playing a modern Holmes, but by the time the show came out I was already bored with the “privileged dude is an asshole but gets away with it because he’s so good at X” trope. I blame watching too many seasons of House, I guess. (Oddly enough, I had the same complaint about Doctor Strange.)
In fact, I probably wouldn’t have watched the most recent, 2017 season of Sherlock, except the feller selected it for a recent sickie day on the couch. Below is my review, and be warned that it mentions all the spoilers, so don’t read it if you don’t want to know.
1. Season four felt like Sherlock fan fiction, only without the weird Tumblr sex. Sherlock is forced to tell Molly that he loves her! Watson is forced to rescue a broken Sherlock! Mycroft is absolutely useless and stupid at everything! Mrs. Hudson is pretty okay with random junkies hanging out in her home! Mary is immediately fridged, and the baby is promptly forgotten! Moriarty is back, except oh wait…
2. I suspect that the Sherlock team realized sometime after the end of Season One that they made a grievous error in killing off the show’s most interesting character, because they’ve been teasing at The Return of Moriarty ever since. There is one glorious moment when he reappears on the screen in S4 and I was like, “yes, finally, someone with a little pep who will cut through the self-indulgent nonsense” and then five minutes later they reveal that it was all a flashback and … screw you, Moffat!
3. I had heard that the villain of this season was Toby Jones, who is amazing in everything, and I was very much looking forward to an on-screen battle of wits. Instead, he was limited to a single episode, and while his character was interesting, his episode was more about Sherlock being a mess than murder or mystery. What a waste of a brilliant actor.
4. I loathe everything about Eurus Holmes and the final episode of this season (and quite possibly the series). Eurus, you see, is Sherlock and Mycroft’s SECRET SISTER that Sherlock had TOTALLY FORGOTTEN. She’s even more brilliant and even more crazy, right, and in five minutes of unsupervised conversation — granted to her by idiot Mycroft — she convinced Moriarty to record a bunch of hot reaction vines that she later put together into an audio-visual presentation of doom. But it’s okay, because she just wants to be loved. Ahhhhh.
5. Do you recall what Sherlock Holmes is famous for? Being a detective. You know what didn’t happen in Season 4? Solving any freaking mysteries! The whole season was all about feelings. The closest we got to detective work was some overly constructed made-for-television Saw-style “who dies next” nonsense. And then Mary shows up in a post-death video to absolve Watson and Holmes of any guilt for being extremely codependent narcissists, and the series ends on a montage of them solving mysteries together forever, happily. We, the viewer, do not get to see or enjoy any of these mysteries because obviously we are watching a Sherlock Holmes show because we want to see Cumberbatch and Freeman make sad faces at each other for five hours. They don’t even make out. It’s the worst.
Final review: UGH.