I watched Sherlock last Sunday night, the new BBC series starring Benedict Cumberbatch as Sherlock with Martin Freeman as his faithful partner, Dr Watson. Cumberbatch played Sherlock as a fast talking, streets-ahead-of-everyone, other wordly character, not too dissimilar I felt, to Dr Who. Ironically, this Sherlock is also a time traveller, leaving behind the fog shrouded streets of Victorian London, landing bang up to date in our car choked capital of 2010. Sherlock’s production team expoited the present day brilliantly, using superimposed text messages, mobile menus and at one point, even road signs and traffic lights to illustrate various scenes – this was combined with subtle pieces of set dressing that gave a faint victorian flavour as a nod to the source material.
The chemistry between Cumberbatch’s Holmes and Freeman’s terrific Watson was electric, the dialogue cracked along at a great pace, so much so that by comparison, the plot of their first case seemed a bit 40 watt by comparison. However, this was a brilliant reboot of the world’s most famous detective and on this showing I can see it running for many years, becoming must-see Sunday night TV. And if it doesn’t, I’ll eat my deerstalker.