Once upon a time (roughly a fortnight ago) I used to have my life, and my days, pretty much planned out – and then the third series of Sherlock hit our TV screens …and that, as they say, was that. Now I am glued to the darn thing, and I’m talking Hard As Nails here, not wallpaper paste! And the trouble is, each episode is so fast-paced, visually so mind-blowing, that the average mind can’t keep up, and I have to watch the episode again and again, each time picking up on something that I missed the first (fourth/fifth/sixth) time around.
Don’t get me wrong, Benedict Cumberbatch as Benedict Cumberbatch isn’t hard on the eye and I’d definitely pass the time of day with him over a coffee in my lounge… with the blinds down… and the doors locked… and the key hidden on my person… but it isn’t exactly him that I’m totally taken with…it’s his character, Sherlock Holmes.
I have always been drawn by characterisation and compatibility of characters and whether they work together or not, and in my opinion the characters of Holmes and Watson are brilliantly drawn and work almost beyond belief.
These are the types of characters that, when you find them in a book, you just can’t put it down, and when you finish the book you actually feel like you have lost dear friends. You miss the world that you have been in for the last so many pages and chapters. I have read books where I literally went into utter depression because the story had ended and therefore the world that I had been living in for the duration of the book no longer existed. I realise that this must say quite a lot about my world!?
I watched Elysium the other day, with Matt Damon, again, a massive favourite of mine, mainly down to his characterisation of Jason Bourne, and although it was quite fast-paced, visually kind of faultless, I couldn’t get involved with his character. He didn’t (or the writer didn’t) impregnate the character with that vital spark. I didn’t really care about him, or any of the other characters to be honest, and so for me Elysium didn’t score that highly. Oh, and he (SPOILER ALERT!) died in the end. This is always a no-no with me. Can’t be bothered to watch something where my bloody hero pops his lot! And especially if the dead dude is Matt Damon! Noooo!
The only downside to all of this is that Sherlock Holmes has been portrayed as a high functioning sociopath and I have been made quietly aware, as I’ve blissed my way through these episodes and got to know him, that I also have some of these traits and tendencies. Obviously I shall try to play them down and not alarm you all too much with my weirdness, although, in reality, I fear it may be a little too late in the day for that? Oh well! As I’ve said before…whatever gets you through the night.
So yes, I’ve fallen in awe of Sherlock Holmes and all mundane things will simply have to wait. Chucks stand on perches, abandoned, hanging their heads in misery. Chea hasn’t been fed for days and has slimmed down to kitten-size. Pots tower to the ceiling, food coagulated and no longer smelly. Bed bugs threaten to move into the unmade bed. Richard hasn’t been shouted at or picked on… well what can I say?
And just when iPlayer was about to take off series 3 and I would be left bereft, without my fix, what happened? We were trotting round Tesco yesterday morning and there, straight off the press was Sherlock, series 1 – 3, winking and waving at me from the shelf. Series 1 – 3!! RESULT!!!! Now I have all episodes on DVD and I can play them on my computer, with headphones attached, and no one will break into or disturb my world. Good hey? I’m now considering buying some posh Bose headphones that block out all exterior noise, because, frankly, there is the odd occasion when Richard’s dulcet tone breaks through. Might need to sell a few more books first though? (wink wink).
Anyway, I can’t sit here all morning chatting, I have to go and unfreeze the chuck’s beak from the water drinker thingy – darn chilly night here last night. Not that I noticed at the time, as Chea has now decided that she will sleep on the bed with me and keep me warm, after the first half hour of attacking my feet! Richard was working and didn’t enter the equation …besides, he’s been sleeping on the couch for the last month or so because of the pain in his shoulder. He says the bed is too soft. Thank God for Ikea’s soft mattress range, that’s what I say!
Take care my lovelies …Go and do whatever makes you happy! x