miwahni (miwahni) wrote,

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S2E3 Sherlock. Whew. What a ride.

Last night I watched the most amazing piece of television I think I’ve ever seen. Nearly twenty four hours later and I’m finally able to put some coherent thoughts into some sort of order.

This episode packed an enormous emotional wallop that is still leaving me feeling slightly gut-punched. Even a familiarity with canon didn’t prepare me for the impact this would have. I’ve yet to discuss it with anyone, or read anyone else’s reviews, I just wanted to get my thoughts out there first.

There were so many things to love, and giggle over. Sherlock, telling John that he’d just be himself in court, and ultimately being jailed for contempt. Oh Sherlock, you should listen to John! And John’s comment to Mrs Hudson “I’m not THAT angry” when she starts cataloguing Sherlock’s faults when they’re standing at his grave. That served to release some of the pent-up tension but I must admit the rest of that scene just broke my heart.
John calling Sherlock a total dick. *g*

Funny seeing Jen from The IT Crowd as the sleazy journo. What a bitch of a character she played! Just what one would expect, I imagine, from a journalist for The Sun.

The complete, utter chilling craziness that was Moriarty. Andrew Scott deserves some sort of award for his portrayal; swinging from pathetic to dominating to totally loony in a heartbeat. Brilliant stuff. His portrayal of Moriarty being Richard Brook just blew me away. I was disappointed Moriarty killed himself as I would have loved for Sherlock to be the one responsible for his death.

I don’t know if I can ever forgive Lestrade for his betrayal of Sherlock, and I’ll never ever forgive Donovan and Anderson for being so quick to jump to the wrong conclusion. Even if Moriarty planted the seed, they were happy to believe the worst about Sherlock and they would jump on any opportunity to discredit him. That’s the only way I can read their behaviour. I hope Lestrade throws them off his team.

Actually, you know what I’d like to see? Donovan being given the task of re-opening every single case that Sherlock ever helped the Yard with. After all, if she believes he staged most of the crimes, it means there’s one hell of a lot of innocent people in jail. And once word of Sherlock’s “crimes” gets out, every single one of the convicted criminals he helped put away will be screaming for a retrial. Get to it, Donovan, and good luck.

Molly – oh Molly, how well you read Sherlock even when he didn’t want to be read. Or did he? Was it always his intention to enlist Molly’s help? (Because he needed someone on the inside at Bart’s; he couldn’t have pulled off that stunt without assistance). But that line, where she says she’s noticed how Sherlock looks so sad when he’s looking at John, when he doesn’t think anyone is looking. Except for her, and she doesn’t count. You DO count, Molly!

Mycroft acted the utter bastard that Sherlock made him out to be in the first series. But why did John accept so readily that Mycroft would give any information at all to Moriarty? Mycroft also had to be in on Sherlock’s game, for sure, but I was surprised John would swallow Mycroft’s confession of idiocy. The man may be many things, but “idiot” isn’t one of them. I wonder if John will look back and remember Sherlock telling him that Mycroft is possibly the most dangerous man he’ll ever meet.

I loved the way it started, with John back seeing his therapist, but unable to articulate what had happened. And then again near the end, when it was all over, and his therapist told him to say the things he’d meant to say to Sherlock but hadn’t. And John just couldn’t do it.
John’s scene at Sherlock’s grave was so poignant; John’s wish that Sherlock could just “not be dead” broke my heart. Martin Freeman really stood out in this episode with such a strong performance from start to finish; distress, and worry, and courage, and admiration….John’s unswerving loyalty and devotion, his utter faith in Sherlock’s abilities even when the rest of the world branded him “fake”…. I just wanted to hug him, at the end.

No doubt I’ll think of a million other things I loved about this episode, and probably watch it over and over and over again. I reckon the fandom will soon be over-run with (by? I always mix those up) post-Reichenbach angst for a while now and I look forward to reading it all, but for now I need to sink into some fluffy fic for the next few days I think.

And the announcement that Series Three was commissioned at the same time as series two lifted my spirits immensely, even though it’s likely to be a couple of years before we see it. I can wait! I think. I just want to see the look on John’s face.
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