(‘So what are you watching?’ Says Alpha Girl.
‘Sherlock,’ replies Beta Max without taking his eyes off the TV.
‘It’s the BBC Sherlock Holmes show with Benedict Cumberbatch and Martin Freeman,’ I say, my eyes glued to the set.
‘What’s that?’ Says Alpha Girl.
Beta Max and I do a slow double take. ‘You’ve never seen it?’ I say. ‘It’s one of the best shows. Ever.’
Beta max concurs. ‘It’s the shit.’
Alpha Girl watches for a few minutes. ‘I don’t understand what’s going on. That tall guy is a bit of a jerk, yet the little guy just puts up with him?’
Beta Max and I smile at Alpha Girl’s unintended irony.)
So, many of you have probably already seen the latest season of Sherlock on cable. I’m just catching up as the DVD set is now available.
I love shows that are well written, well acted, well produced and well…bloody good. Sherlock fits that bill. It’s a modern day take on the Sherlock Holmes stories of Arthur Conan Doyle, written by Stephen Moffat (current show runner on Dr Who, another brilliant show) and Mark Gatiss. Sherlock is up to it’s fourth season (fifth if you count last year’s movie fill in). Cumberbatch and Freeman have busy schedules, so they have to squeeze the series in between movies.
Benedict Cumberbatch’s Holmes is a quick-witted, super smart sociopath, who basically treats everyone he knows like a doormat. This includes his long suffering housemate, Martin Freeman’s Dr Watson, who writes about their cases via an online blog. They solve crimes.
Sherlock has a huge fan following. And so it should. It’s funny, smart, gripping television.
And with new seasons sometimes taking several years to get here, and Moffat indicating that the show might not continue, enjoy it while you can.
Season Four is a cracker. If you haven’t seen it yet, then you don’t know what you’re missing.
(Alpha Girl, is now ensconced on the lounge between us. I’ve pulled out the DVDs for the previous seasons, and we’re watching from the beginning.
‘Sherlock is so nasty to Watson,’ she says. ‘I like him.’
‘Thought you would,’ I say.)