I had been jerked around a lot, through time and space, first by The Doctor, as the 10th Doctor came to an end, first by drinking The Waters of Mars, which I could have told him was bad idea. Water is always a lousy drink. I'm much more interested in The Vodka of Mars. Then came their big two-parter, The End of Time. Well any actress who can't bring time to a standstill isn't worth the pay of her plastic surgeon. What the hell was Claire Bloom doing on Doctor Who? I love her and I love the show, but who's next? Peter O'Toole? And who knew James Bond was actually Rassilon of the Time Lords? So that's why James Bond keeps changing his faces. He's regenerating, and his current regeneration as Daniel Craig is one of his best.
Of course, when it comes to being yanked about through time, little can compare with Lost. I strongly suspect that The Island is just a huge Tardis, and that Jacob is a Time Lord too. Watch. When Season 6 begins, you'll find Jacob recovering from being murdered by Ben Linus by regenerating into someone brand new. Mark my words.
Frankly, I'd have preferred one of my all-male private pool parties, but there was another mystery still to solve.
There was a big-release movie this Christmas, unfortunately made by Guy Ritchie rather than by someone good, but it was see it or get stuck joining James Cameron in the middle of his over-produced 3-D acid trip, already in progress. Thank you, no.
Ritchie's film was deceptively titled Sherlock Holmes, and sure enough, it was a very deep mystery. The mystery was, where the hell was Sherlock Holmes? How can you title a movie "Sherlock Holmes" and then not even have Sherlock Holmes in it?
Many have been the actors to have played Sherlock Holmes, but Robert Downey Jr is not one of them. Whoever the hell he was playing, some sort of drugged-out cross between James Bond and Indiana Jones, he wasn't Sherlock Holmes. Just playing him gay isn't enough.
Who do we see here? Well, there is Downey and Law, playing whoever the hell they were playing, and darling Peter Cushing and Nigel Stock as Holmes and Watson in a charming old BBC Holmes series from 1968, the remains of which were just released on DVD, and which is vastly better than this Guy Ritchie trash.
Then we have Jeremy Brett and David Burke from the famed Granada TV series from the 1980s. That was Sherlock Holmes done to perfection, done so well in fact, that I can't think why anyone would even bother to do him again.
Then we have Sir Christopher Lee as Holmes and Patrick MacNee as Dr. Watson in Sherlock Holmes: The Golden Years, two TV movies about a geriatric Holmes solving crimes in his retirement. They are fun, but flawed, and no one could accuse Sir Christopher of being too short or too American. Lee has also played Mycroft Holmes and Sir Henry Baskerville. He may have played the Hound of Hell as well.
And then we have - Wait a minute! Little Dougie, is that you? What are you doing up there? And who is that playing your Watson? Your old partner John Fugiel? Oh. I never met John, who died in 1987, but I'm told he was a wonderfully funny man. But Dougie, Sherlock Holmes never had a beard, other than Irene Adler, that is.
Of course, Peter Cushing and Sir Christopher Lee were often partners-in-film, so their both playing Sherlock Holmes must have been quite a conflict. Here we see Lee putting an end to this conflict the direct way.
So what did Guy Ritchie, a man with taste so bad he actually was married to Madonna for a while, decide Sherlock Holmes should be? A drugged-out American muscle hunk and action hero, whose idea of unwinding was a slow-motion boxing bout at Victorian Fight Club. Now Holmes in the stories did box, but Dr. Watson never wrote about Victorian Fight Club. "You see, my dear Watson, the first rule of Victorian Fight Club is you don't write about Victorian Fight Club."
Why oh why did Basil Rathbone never show the abs?
So I was off to foggy London - or is it faggy London? - well, whenever I'm in London, it's always foggy, or I am - to try and track down Sherlock Holmes.
So, eliminating Lee and Downey, what are left of The Stately Holmes of England?
Little Dougie, why are you still there? Again with the beard, and may I remind you that you're every bit as American as Robert Downey Jr? What do you have in common with Sherlock Holmes? Well let's see. You both have inflated opinions of your own intelligence. Check. You've both used cocaine in the long-ago past, albeit you never injected it. Check. And you're both gay. Check. That's pretty much about it. Hmmm. Maybe you would be better in the role than Downey. Hard to be worse.
Understand, I'm not saying Downey is not a good actor. He's a terrific actor. He's just horribly miscast as Sherlock Holmes. After all, Basil Rathbone would have been a lousy Ironman. And I wouldn't have wanted to see Peter Cushing's Chaplin.
What's this photo? Oh good grief. It's Little Dougie out on Dartmoor in Devonshire, the setting for The Hound of the Baskervilles, hunting for the Hound of Hell himself. Dougie, that case was solved over a century ago. Move on.
Jeremy Brett, the best Sherlock Holmes ever, had something else in common with Sir Christopher Lee: they both played Count Dracula. Little Dougie actually saw Brett play Dracula onstage at the Ahmanson Theater in Los Angeles a bit over 30 years ago. He says he was very good.
I avoid dramatic interpretations of Dracula myself. It's simple really. Count Dracula is actually just a mild fictionalization, libelization really, of Vlad Tepes, my third ex-husband, the most-tragic love of my love. The memories are far too painful for me to bear. We were wed but for a single night. I --- I --- Never mind. I can't go on.
The novels, movies, and plays about Dracula always portray my darling as some sort of literally-bloodthirsty monster. What nonsense! He was a caring, loving, bloodthirsty monster. Whenever I think of him, I can only wonder what our unlife would have been like if his fatal sun allergy hadn't burned him up the morning after we wed. He was so much more than just the World's Oldest Mouseketeer.
I tried giving Brett some tips on how to play Vlad more accurately and fairly, but Jeremy could be a tad - well - let's say self-sufficient. But he could flap that big cape so well, he got a severe case of Dracula Elbow.
Basil Rathbone never played Dracula, but like another great Holmes, Peter Cushing, he did play Dr. Frankenstein. In his case, Baron Wolf Von Frankenstein of Universal's Son of Frankenstein, shot at the exact same time (no joke) as his first Holmes movie, so he was playing Sherlock Holmes at 20th Century Fox one day, and stitching together my fifth ex-husband, Boris Karloff, over at Universal the next. With a work schedule like that, the man needed to unwind. Fortunately, for a man who figured out how to bestow Life artificially, inventing television early was a snap.
Sadly for fans of Sherlock Holmes, this wretched new movie has made a pile of money, and Robert Downey Jr. is clearing his schedule to further his bogus characterization of "Sherlock Holmes" in another terrible movie. We can only hope it will end like this last picture, with Downey's fake Holmes killed off, so we can return to the actual Sherlock Holmes that Doyle wrote about, that these other actors played so well (except Little Dougie), and which has worked so very, very well for 130 years. Maybe then, Guy Ritchie will stop fixing what isn't broken. Guy is welcome to jump into the Riechenbach Falls himself. He's done Holmes more harm than Professor Moriarty ever did.
Up what canal should Guy Ritchie stuff his lousy new movie?
Alimentary, my dear Watson.