Wait a minute--so now, Sherlock is NOT gay after all? Ordinarily, he has no qualms about insulting women--including all of Watson's girlfriends--to their faces, but the sight of a naked and beautiful female villain is enough to fluster the usually unflappable detective and cause him to drop his defenses so foolishly that she is able to sneak up behind him and stab him with a syringe full of some narcotic? I enjoyed the first season of this BBC update of Conan Doyle's iconic detective, all the more for the amusingly and cheeky rendering of Holmes as sexually ambiguous. But now, some hottie whispers in his ear, or talks a little dirty to him, and he's instantly smitten, staring out the window, composing dirge-like melodies on his violin, and smoking cigarettes (huh?). He even fantasizes about saving her from Muslim terrorists. What a bore.
Review of A Scandal in Belgravia
