Sherlock has lost the plot
THE BBC are baffled because Sherlock is losing viewers like Hull City lose away games.
But even Clouseau could work out why.
The stories are fool’s gold. They jerk about like a dropped high-pressure hose, splattering in all directions but rarely make much sense.
“Look how clever we are” is the writers’ constant sub-text. Yet they’re not smart enough to serve up satisfying plots.
Their Sherlock is more superman than sleuth. His incredible powers allowed him to work out which shrink Watson would see weeks before he even chose her.
Sherlock’s previously unmentioned sister Eurus did the same so that she could impersonate the real therapist.
Holmes also arranged weeks ahead to be picked up from her address within minutes of Mrs Hudson kidnapping him and delivering him there.
Mary, Watson’s dead ninja missus, was hanging about in John’s imagination throughout, like Stevie on River.
The baddie was serial killer Culverton Smith, a multi-millionaire who had spent fortunes on charities and nothing on his teeth.
Smith’s sinister plans to murder “anyone” were revealed during a visit Email me at: garry.bushell@ dailystar.co.uk or write c/o Daily Star Sunday, 10 Lower Thames Street, London EC3R 6EN to Baker Street by his daughter Faith. Except it wasn’t Faith, it was Eurus disguised as Faith.
Bizarrely, Holmes can distinguish cats’ hairs from 20 paces in darkened rooms but didn’t clock his own sister.
Eurus just happened to be in possession of Faith’s incriminating notes… How did she know about Smith? “A mutual friend put us in touch,” Eurus said briskly, adding that Culverton himself had given her the notes.
It was a helluva small, unconvincing peg to hang 90 melodramatic minutes on, most of which involved Holmes tripping like no one on smack, crank or opium has ever tripped before.
Smith was like a cross between Shipman and Savile, disposing of his victims in a hospital mortuary. His weakness was a need to confess, using a memory-inhibiting drug to wipe the slate clean.
Sherlock put his own life in danger, at Mary’s pre-recorded request, to snap Watson out of his misery.
Nick Hurran’s directing was the best thing about the episode which ended with Eurus apparently shooting John in the face. Although, of course, she didn’t. There’s no suspense because we know it’s just another ruse, a tiresome con.
Sherlock is the dramatic equivalent of Honey G with a Masters degree in bull-shine. The occasionally great show is disappearing up its own backside like a well-greased up circus freak.
EURUS is Greek for east wind. For bad wind just fan the scripts. KYM Marsh & Jane Danson, right, Corrie – streets ahead of Meryl Streep…No Offence… Michaela Coel, Chewing Gum…Lemony Snicket’s A Series Of Unfortunate Events (Netflix). CELEB Big Brother – the other La La Land. Stacy, Austin, Jedward, left, & Speidi – a golden shower, in the Trump sense (allegedly)… Doctor Who spin-off Class – class dismissed.