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Movie Review: Sherlock Holmes: A Game Of Shadows

    Hey, everyone. I ventured forth into civilization today. While there, I went to see the latest Sherlock Holmes movie, starring Robert Downey Jr. as the fabled Detective. The capable Jude Law stars as the capable Dr. Watson.
    In this story, Mr. Holmes is pitted yet again against his arch nemesis, the evil Dr. Moriarty. It seems that Moriarty has invested rather heavily in things like munitions factories and the bandage making industry. To insure a nice return on his money he decides to stir up a war that will involve the whole continent. As a starter, he uses some typical mad scientist leverage to make a revolutionary do his bidding. The revolutionary is good at one thing. He makes bombs and his own minions put them in key places. Places that should ensure one nation turns against another. The bomb maker has been an idealist gone bad until Moriarty bends him to his will. Now he is merely a wicked pawn in the hands of the dark king.
     Holmes, yet again, manages to mess up his best friend's personal life. Poor Watson just wants to be married, but he is, yet again, involved in Holmes machinations. The movie has some humorous parts, such as Holmes trying unsuccessfully to refrain from dancing with the Gypsies. Holmes brother also provides some comic relief with his penchant for nudity. This fails to enamor him with the newly minted Mrs. Watson.
      All things considered, I found it a welcome distraction and a jolly good show. (I am of English descent on my father's side of the family, by the way.) Would I call this a great movie? No. Would I call it a good movie? Yes.
     I must say that I might have gone to see The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo if it had come out yesterday, rather than next week. I hope it is a better movie than it was a book. I read the first 40 pages and nothing happened. Obviously it got better or it wouldn't be a bestseller. Please, no poison pen letters from fans of this series.
     Hey, if you get a chance, download a free game called Judge Dredd VS. The Zombies. I'll try to do a review on this game a bit later in the weekend. I played hooky from my manuscript work today and I must burn the midnight oil tonight. So, I bid you adieu.
    From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills.
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