But in this bright-toned film, we see a different Sherlock Holmes. He is very old and suffering from Alzheimer's disease. He couldn't even remember the names of the people around him, so he had to write their names on his sleeves. He vaguely remembered what he had done wrong, and thus self-exiled to a desolate place to live alone, but he forgot exactly why.
I remember his face, what an old face it was. The wrinkles on the cheeks were layered on top of each other, like the waves caused by a stone. Age spots have spread all over his forehead, and such a wise forehead cannot escape such a fate. He was still hobbling on crutches, he was still clumsy with care, he was still unresponsive after thinking about it. What we see is not Sherlock Holmes, but himself.
Saruman was dead at the age of ninety-one, and he was Gandalf, the widow of the gods of Middle-earth. Sometimes he transforms into the mighty Magneto, giving Wolverine a headache. Now his every move is worrying, I am afraid that he will fall down accidentally, and will never be able to stand up again.
He's Ian McLean. At the age of 76, he is still performing legends. From Middle Earth to the British Empire, he has always been everyone's hope. The hero who defended Gondor is in his waning years. More than a decade has allowed the children of our generation to grow beards and become stable middle-aged people. And he is getting old.
Even if we don't want to let him wither, what can we do?
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