The jazz acting as an old detective is so real that I feel that the philosophies of life and death and the enlightenment of human nature are all appendages; the core purpose of the whole film is only to portray a real senility for the old heroes on the altar.
In the original book, the exit of Holmes has long been explained: smiling with old friend Watson to Dongfeng, pointing the country, and being calm. The very chivalrous ending is worthy of Holmes's legend in his life.
However, the director is obviously not satisfied with the end of such a strong "novelist" taste. He wants to use a cruel and detailed wind and candle dying years to make Holmes a reality. In this way, the great detectives really existed like flesh and blood, not just stories drifting in the wind.
So I guess the director must be a superfanboy. Because in all the derivative works about Sherlock Holmes, most of them are still using exciting deductive reasoning to renew the glory of the detective; and this film is only for twilight, and the love for Sherlock Holmes is deep enough.
To tell the truth, the film is quite lethal. When the progress bar just reached about six minutes, I fell to the keyboard with tears. Although the old detective in front of me is already paving the way for melancholy, the following shot really makes me unable
to stop : Holmes, leaning on a cane, holding his hand trembling upstairs, suddenly stopped, bent down laboriously, and his old fingers pointed to the ground. A handful of white shards were carefully picked up and rubbed. The lens gave a close-up of the gaze, and then looked at the old wall above his head.
His fingers are withered and his eyes are muddy, but his demeanor is still recognizable in his every move.
But that was no longer deadly poisonous powder, not blood-stained dirt on the bottom of the boot, not the soot left by the killer accidentally, not the gunpowder left on the fuse.
The place where I am now is no longer the treacherous Baker Street in London in 1895, but a lonely seaside villa in Sussex half a century later.
The one that he carefully twisted at the tip of his finger was only a small piece of peeling wall covering on the dim stairs of the house.
Everything about aging is incisive and vivid at this moment.
At that time, I felt that this shot was enough for me to cry for an afternoon, and I didn't need to watch it for the remaining 90 minutes.
The elderly Holmes in this movie is emotional and fragile. An old case runs through the beginning and the end. He can finally discuss loneliness and death like ordinary people, and finally learns the benevolent lies of ordinary people, and repents for the straightforward words of the year. The director made such an arrangement in order to pull Holmes from the altar more thoroughly. But to me, this does not seem to be necessary, or even a slight violation. Rather than seeing him become supple and susceptible under the polishing of time, I am more willing to believe that the great Sherlock Holmes is always paranoid and proud, with deep wrinkles over the years, and unable to remove edges and corners. As for his soul, he was originally gentle and kind.
The case of the movie is weak, far inferior to the classic case in the detective set. But who cares. Every detail in the lens is like the soft light of the sunset, the rhythm is slow and full of trance memories like an old man, and the background sound seems to have the auditory hallucination of the creak of the old stairs. The full screen is a capitalized hero twilight, and the viewer's heart is a capitalized sullen tear.
In the last shot, Holmes named the stone after the deceased person, including Watson and Mrs. Hudson. He placed stones around his body, and worshiped with the Japanese method of sacrifice facing the sea. The camera is zoomed out, the luxuriant grass, the vast strait, and there is only one gray-haired old man in the heavens and the earth who prays like a pilgrimage.
"The dead are not far away, they are just on the other side of the wall. "
"The dead are not so very far away. They are just on the other side of the wall."
Mr. Holmes, pay tribute to all the lonely and great souls.
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