How’d he do it? You’ll soon know.

It’s the question that has been burning in the mind of every Sherlock fan for the last two years.  Yes, two years.  And the answer is only a day away.

For those who don’t watch Sherlock, I’m not sure how to explain what the show does to you.  Is it perfect?  No.  One episode in particular made me quite uncomfortable, and as a result I don’t recommend it wholesale to everyone I meet.  I haven’t been impressed by every episode and every storyline – in fact, I was pretty disappointed by the Hounds of the Baskerville episode.

But somehow that doesn’t matter.  The show has gotten under my skin and I can honestly say I love it.  Perhaps more accurately — the characters have gotten under my skin.  And I love them.

Perhaps fans of Sherlock could quench their anticipation by watching Elementary on CBS. But we all soon found ourselves just thirstier for Sherlock.  The characters of Elementary may bear the same names or occupations of their precursors on the pages of Arthur Conan Doyle (with some slight revisions), but they are just shadows.  In contrast, the way Sherlock is written transforms Cumberbatch and Freeman into Sherlock and Watson in such a way that if I believed in reincarnation (and if we were talking about reality here, not fiction), I would present them as exhibit A.

The brilliant winks and nods to the stories, often overlooked by anyone who is less than obsessed with the original stories, complete the artistry of the show.  It reminds me of those careful details on top of the skyscrapers of New York — designed and executed for the art of it, for the pleasure of the artist, even if no one ever notices them.

Perhaps those used to shows like Foyle’s War or stories from Agatha Christie where every little detail is connected, every character woven together to come to a brilliant conclusion, will be disappointed by some of the strange twists and solutions Sherlock seems to stumble upon rather than unweave. But if you read the original Sherlock Holmes , you’ll find the show just takes its cue from the books.

One episode dragged on and on, getting more obscure and unbelievable.  A Chinese circus?  What the heck?  But the randomness and drawn-out nature is not too unlike Doyle’s A Study in Scarlet, which takes the reader to America and follows a seemingly random storyline with Mormons before connecting all the dots.

All of this to say… I couldn’t come on the blog and urge everyone to watch Sherlock tomorrow night like I want to — if you haven’t become involved up until now, the episode’s brilliance will be lost on you. But for those of you who have been waiting for two years, under the spell of Cumberbatch and Freeman, you will be justly rewarded.

I’ve already seen all three episodes, partly due to my impatience but most of all due to my hatred for spoilers.  I’ve waited and wondered for two years how Sherlock Holmes survives his fall; I wasn’t about to find out accidentally thanks to the internet.   I can honestly say this season is my favorite.  Yes, this episode completely panders to those of us who have fallen in love with the show — especially pandering to those obsessed with the show.  But the character development is fantastic, and I finally began to see the another side of Sherlock Holmes – one I questioned in a previous blog post — the more likable side.  Is he still eccentric, rude, and seemingly unaware of human nature?  Yes… but in a much more likable way, more similar to the figure I’ve grown to love in the pages of Arthur Conan Doyle.

So for those of you who already watch the show… enjoy tomorrow night.  We’ve earned this.

If that music makes you excited… yeah, I know how you feel.


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