Wednesday was the first day that I didn’t feel like I was about to fall asleep in my soup, so I think I can safely say that I have recovered from my unnaturally full week last week. That said, I completely skipped my last weekend, what with travel and church, so I’m planning to indulge in a few absolutely nothings tomorrow.
Disclaimer: This is not an invitation to come over, call me, or expect me to attend any impromptu gatherings!!! When I say that I shall do “nothing”, it means nothing involving sitting upright and/or moving around.
Just so we’re clear.
My two absolutely nothings are listed below.
The order is not subject to change.
1) Murder by Decree
This is a rather preemptive, considering that I haven’t seen more than a few clips and the trailer… but I’m expecting to not despise it, and major points should be given both for putting Christopher Plummer and James Mason in the same room and for these these two gentlemen chase down Jack the Ripper.
If those words do not give you a thrill, I fear for your nervous system.
My initial impression is that James Mason is entirely lovely as Dr. Watson, managing to both be a bit comical and entirely competent, a feat that some Watsons have struggled with (I’M LOOKING AT YOU, NIGEL BRUCE). Christopher Plummer (or “Plummy”, if you will) still looks exactly like Captain Von Trapp, and while Captain Von Trapp was 85% of the reason why I watched “The Sound of Music” as a child, it’s throwing me off here.
Plummy is very handsome.
Almost too handsome to live… let alone be Sherlock Holmes.
He also seems a bit soft, both vocally and temperamentally (as is Plummy’s way), so while his intelligence is not in question, I haven’t seen the expected razor edge of Sherlock’s personality.
Of course, I could be completely wrong in all assessments, as I’ve only seen the fringes. I’ll introduce myself properly tomorrow morning, and I may write a review next week.
2) The Hound of the Baskervilles
I suspect that my Kindle edition of Doyle’s Sherlock writings is completely out of order, as “The Hound of the Baskervilles” seems to be placed during a period in which Sherlock is believed dead.
Dead people do not chase hounds.
Or, if they do, it’s during a full moon on Halloween night.
Nevertheless, my battered nerves appreciated Holmes at full snark during the first few pages, since I was downright depressed after the Reichenbach Falls, and I’m looking forward to curling up with a blanket and a huge pot of tea and not answering my cell phone whilst I dig in.
So don’t call.
Call on Monday.
If it’s an emergency, call 911 or Ghost Busters or something.