Last Friday night, I saw the Sherlock Holmes movie at the mall with my sibs.
(Note to Czar, who is probably reading this: yes, despite all my protests I ended up watching the movie.)
I wasn’t all that keen on watching the movie from the very first time I saw the trailer, which seemed too Hollywood-ized to me, and a few minutes into Sherlock Holmes, I found that I wasn’t wrong on that note.
With the rabble-rousing tandem of Sherlock Holmes (when he’s not raving manically) and Watson, a load of bromance and flashy action sequences, and a plot worthy of a Dan Brown novel, the film is certainly entertaining, but it comes off more like Sherlock Holmes fan fic rather than an adaptation of the beloved classic.
But this entry isn’t really about the movie… It’s about what happened at the Flips Flipping Pages Christmas Party!