Well, this was certainly better than The Six Thatchers, though a season of Sherlock (or indeed anything) in which the Moffat episode is not better than the Gatiss episode is difficult to imagine. In comparison with the three other straight Moffat scripts for Sherlock, which is to say to the three best episodes of the series this is… possibly not actually in fourth place overall for the show. Nah, I’ll go with definitely not – I’m comfortable putting The Sign of Three ahead of it.
Let’s start with Mary, since she’s certainly the biggest issue inherited from last week. First the good: we’re not done with Amanda Abbington yet! In fact, she’s credibly the best thing going for much of the episode, with her snarky side-comments routinely being the best gags in it. On the other hand, the narrative reasons for her death are by and large still inscrutable. The most obvious choice – that Moffat wanted to tell a story about grief and fatherhood – is clearly not where things are going, what with Rosamund not actually appearing in this episode. Nor does anything particularly follow from Mary’s death, or at least, nothing that couldn’t have been done anyway. Sure, the specific resolution of Sherlock getting into it with Culverton Smith to get John to save him is a product of Mary’s death, but save for that one emotional beat, this was a story that could have been done anywhere and at any point in Sherlock.
Indeed, for all that they rightly hyped Toby Jones’s portrayal of Culverton Smith, as a villain he is something of a step down at this point. The two most obvious comparisons, Magnussen and Moriarty, were both elevated by their actors, but were well-written and compelling ideas in their own right. Smith, on the other hand, would be a nothing without Toby Jones to leer and cackle his way through the episode. Sure, Sherlock vs. Jimmy Savile as serial killer is a decent hook, but the hook is all there is to Smith. There’s no potential for him to be elevated above baddie-of-the-week status, which isn’t really a status that a show that does three episodes every couple of years should be using. And more to the point, it’s basically one the showhas rightly avoided since The Blind Banker. Much of what made Series Three so strong was that all three of its episodes were big, weighty events in their own right. This just… isn’t. And while the Jimmy Savile angle is clever, it’s also obvious, leaving nowhere for Moffat to get his teeth in and push it somewhere meaty.
As a result, this episode ends up being… fine. There’s nothing particularly wrong with it, but there’s nothing particularly right either. Its biggest idea is Sherlock’s addiction, which isn’t strictly speaking a topic that plays to Moffat’s strengths. He can’t really muster anything on it that he didn’t already do with His Last Vow, acknowledging the compelling and nebulous space between decision and compulsion. Sure, Sherlock goes further into it here than he did in His Last Vow or, for that matter, The Abominable Bride, but there’s nothing new to it, and a clear sense of diminishing returns.
And then of course there’s the setup for next episode. This is very much a “tacked onto the end” sort of thing, which only serves to make the baddie-of-the-week status of the rest of the episode more visible. On the other hand, it’s a good twist. Sure, yes, it’s a standard twist for Moffat and the result is thus far indistinguishable from any other version of this Moffat’s done, but it’s also actually something he generally does well, which counts for something. Still, it’s going to take a hell of a final episode not to make this the drabbest season of Sherlock to date.
- Have to say, the trailer’s not that encouraging. John’s line in it is astonishingly flat and unthrilling. One imagines that’s bad trailer cutting (in stark contrast to the trailer for this), but man, I’m finding pessimism about this to be really easy right now.
- Things Steven Moffat has apparently been watching/reading: Mr. Robot, Hannibal, Torchwood, The Devil in the White City.
- This episode was certainly a present for Una Stubbs. And a deserved one at that – the bits where Amanda Abbington wasn’t the best thing in it were definitely the ones where she was instead.
- Not quite sure about Culverton Smith’s “confess to his friends while drugging them with memory inhibitors, apparently with their consent” plan. Which is apparently something he does with some regularity, and with a surprising lack of anyone going “um, actually this is weird and I’m leaving now.”
- On a similar note, Eurus/Euros’s hiding from all sight, cameras, and apparent helicopters is a bit much, no? I mean, I get that she’s got to have Sherlock/Mycroft-style quasi-supernatural abilities and all, but it’s got a very strange ratio of ludicrous excess to actual rational motive.
- Genderbending Sherlock Holmes characters is of course more usually the trick of Elementary, which I note with amusement is on opposite Sherlock both this week and next in the US.
- So who is Sherrinford, then?
- I don’t think Sherlock has ever had quite as starkly contrasting directorial tones as the shift from Talalay to Hurran. Both are magnificent, and much of the tone comes from the differing scripts, but the hallucinatory mania of this is a massively far cry from the mannered expressionism of The Six Thatchers. Curious what we’ll get next week from Ben Caron, the rare Sherlock director to neither come from Doctor Who nor be Paul McGuigan. Hope he’s good.
- Since next week is very plausibly the last Sherlock and/or the last one for quite a while, I find myself really hoping Irene Adler makes it back for a proper appearance. Especially after she was brought up in absentia at the end of this episode and for minimal reason. (Not that I minded.)
- Next week is extremely unlikely to go up on Monday.
- The Lying Detective
- The Six Thatchers