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You know, nowadays, when you hear “they’re remaking this” and “they’re re-imagining that” you just cringe a little and put that on your list of movies you aren’t going to watch until they are making their basic cable premier on a Wednesday on USA, or, god forbid, the MDNoT. So when I heard that they were doing another Sherlock Holmes, I figured to add that to said list.

Then I heard that the rumors were that Guy Ritchie was doing it and I upgraded that to an HBO or Showtime premier. I mean, I liked some of Ritchie’s stuff.

Then I promptly forgot about it and in inadvertently slipped back into a MDNoT premier.

Next I hear that someone wants Robert Downey Jr. for a Sherlock Holmes remake and I think “What was that other Sherlock Holmes? Directed by that English guy? Can’t be the same thing.”

That merited a Netflix Save, which is a “fire and forget” way to get me to see a movie that I think would be worth watching, but will promptly forget about.

Then I hear that Jude Law is going to be Watson, and that sinks it into my mind that it’d be worth watching. Now it’s in permanent memory worthy of a move to the top of my Netflix Queue.

Then I hear spoilers and get pics and trailers and I think, “Hey, maybe a Steampunk Sherlock is worth a trip to the theater after it’s out for a couple of weeks.”

Then, something clicks in my mind and I check IMDB. Sure enough, it’s the Guy f’n Ritchie one.

“You mean to tell me that this is going to by a Steampunk Sherlock Holmes with Tony Stark and the next Michael Caine directed buy the guy that talked Madonna into pissing herself on film? This is just one review away from either being first week at the theater or one I never fucking see. Ever.”

Come Christmas Day, Santa dropped a couple of tickets in my lap, and off we went to see Sherlock Holmes.

Santa seemed to have made a catastrophic error and put me on the Nice List by mistake because it turned out to be a thoroughly enjoyable movie.

Everyone in the cast is excellent, well, with exception of Rachel McAdams who( just doesn’t fit), and the story plays like a Holmes story with esoteric knowledge, leaps of deduction, and the “but one thing I don’t understand” postmortem. Moriarty is setup excellently and I really found that the only thing wrong with it was that I was going to have to wait for the inevitable sequel.

Unfortunately, that’s all I’m going to say for the moment. Having only seen it once I can’t do the compare/contrast/insight thing like I have been with the vampire stuff. That’s ok though. There is really only one thing you need to know:

It’s worth watching.