Spending a Friday evening alone with my wife was out shopping for cat toys (don’t ask) with my adult daughter…a movie choice got shoved in my face by tubi, one of the free channels on my ROKU thing. Titled, “Sherlock Holmes” so, hey, how bad could it be? Hmmm. Intro scenes included a three masted steamer attacked and sunk by a giant squid. Lots of thick tentacles and screaming sailors. Festive, eh? It degenerated into scenes of the White Chapel neighborhood of London…back streets populated by dandy gents and ladies of the evening and Utah Raptors. You heard me…about six feet tall, lots of teeth, eager, capable, hungry…goodness. So our intrepid Holmes and the redoubtable Watson go out looking for trouble packing one service revolver…looked like a Webley. And I thought they were supposed to be so brilliant. Me? I doubt I’d be out there without something that had the word “Howitzer” attached.
Well, that was enough for me. London Jurassic indeed.
Well, that was enough for me. London Jurassic indeed.