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How is that your first post of the day isn't about Ryan Reynolds getting a Deadpool movie? Or are you too busy running in circles whispering Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! and you've hyperventilated and fainted?

Or am I just behind on the news and you posted about it yesterday?

I think he smokes Opium, not snorted coke..

Henry, sometimes, if you sroll down, you can see other stories. I know! It's crazy!

Give me my hyper, snotty intellectuals who think they are too good for the world. And since Jeremy Brett has sadly passed, bring it on, RDJ.

pleasedon'tletthismoviesuckpleaseplease...

Holy shit! RDJ is looking a lot like a young Ian McShane in those photos. Also, I know it's like pissing in the wind here, but the Holmes-Watson relationship is not a bromance: it's a friendship built on shared intellectual curiosity. At times they don't even like each other that much. I was going to bypass this based purely on the presence of Jude Law but now I'm thinking there are even more compelling reasons to keep $10.50.

@ Magiel at May:

He injects liquid cocaine. From The Sign of the Four:

Sherlock Holmes took his bottle from the corner of the mantelpiece, and his hypodermic syringe from its neat morocco case. With his long, white, nervous fingers he adjusted the delicate needle and rolled back his left shirtcuff. For some little time his eyes rested thoughtfully upon the sinewy forearm and wrist, all dotted and scarred with innumerable puncture-marks. Finally, he thrust the sharp point home, pressed down the tiny piston, and sank back into the velvet-lined armchair with a long sigh of satisfaction.

Three times a day for many months I had witnessed this performance, but custom had not reconciled my mind to it. On the contrary, from day to day I had become more irritable at the sight, and my conscience swelled nightly within me at the thought that I had lacked the courage to protest. Again and again I had registered a vow that I should deliver my soul upon the subject; but there was that in the cool, nonchalant air of my companion which made him the last man with whom one would care to take anything approaching to a liberty. His great powers, his masterly manner, and the experience which I had had of his many extraordinary qualities, all made me diffident and backward in crossing him.

Yet upon that afternoon, whether it was the Beaune which I had taken with my lunch or the additional exasperation produced by the extreme deliberation of his manner, I suddenly felt that I could hold out no longer.

"Which is it to-day," I asked, "morphine or cocaine?"

He raised his eyes languidly from the old black-letter volume which he had opened.

"It is cocaine," he said, "a seven-per-cent solution. Would you care to try it?"

especially when Downey’s detective bristles at the very thought of his friend’s nuptials coming between them.

I could be wrong...but isn't there a bit in one of the stories where Holmes does express regret that Watson's marriage keeps them apart so much?

I still think this gonna be...ahem..."OfF DA' HOOK"

Thanks Twig:

You know I get all het up about these things. I shall dial the indignation down to 11.

Paddy;

Oh, I wouldn't know the first thing about having to hold back from beating someone for using texting language outside of a cell phone. Never.

(that song, Sk8er Boi? The one no one else remembers. Oh, I remember it. Oh yes.)

Egads. Maybe I'll just rewatch the Young Sherlock Holmes from back in the day.

Fuck family friendly.

Seriously, it's bad enough people bring little kids into movies where little kids have no business being (like, 10 pm showings of... well any movie really, it's their fucking bedtime). But now Hollywood is lightening up movies so that these family troupes can be indulged? Fuck that. Listen, I love kids, they're great. But it's gotten to the point where I can't go to my local cinema on a Friday night because some asshole parents drop off their dicksnot pubescent kids and let them run loose in what ever PG-13 movie is available. And you know what they do? If you said "Watch the movie," you're fucking wrong. The sit in every row of the theatre texting each other and talking loudly like the little shits they are.

Fuck PG-13 movies, all that says to me is that parents are using a movie theatre as a babysitter. Kids these days got no damn respect.

RDJ holding a (what I think is) a whip in the last one makes me very happy.

I kind of want to have a four-way with the third picture down.....

And I want to watch that four-way with my videocamera.

Ferreelz, if we can't have Holmes and Watson shucking their tweeds and deerstalkers and cloaks and getting hopped up on coke and grog and tag-teaming some tavern wench in a Himalayan Harmonica while Professor Moriarty peeps through a hole in the closet door while masturbating and tweaking a bound Rachel McAdams' nipples with a velvet-covered forceps, only to have the door burst open by the thugs from the subplot, with Watson whirling around to use the wench as a human shield while pulling out his trusty anus deringer (specially designed in Holmes' study with the gently curved barrel for maximum comfort AND pleasure) and Sherlock going all Crouching Tiger Hidden Dragon on their asses and snapping necks and turning right angles in forearms with some kung fu shit he learned from a Chinese elder during an opium dream ...

Well why bother with the stupid movie?

OK it's officially time to retire the word "bromance' from the universe.

I FUCKING HATE THAT WORD.

Mike B. thank you for stepping in before I had to smack a bitch. Holmes injected a 7 percent solution of cocaine and sterile (for Victorian England) water. Dude was BAD-ASS.

And, in the last picture, I'm pretty sure RDJ is holding a violin bow, since Holmes played the violin, much to the chagrin of Watson. It's just as good as a whip...he can spank me with that, too.

And, yes, in the original stories, he DID resent Watson's marriage, in that it took time away from their friendship and adventures.

And, Dustin, I want blood. I want Sherlock to shoot someone in the face and say, “Elementary.” I want full-on doublebacking, coke snorting, and a hardcore murder mystery..... second that.

What's Judy Garland doing in the 3rd picture down?

I assume you're referring to RDJ as a 50-year-old Judy Garland, and not the loverly Rachel McAdams as ANY Judy Garland. Don't make me choke a bitch.

Am I the only one here who would try her hardest to wreck Jude Law in nakedy ways?

PG-13 is the land of compromise: Parents walk out thinking there wasn't enough substance, but thank Jebus there wasn't too much nudity to influence Little Johnny's impressionable mind, and the kids walk out thinking it was a half-stepping piece of shit that didn't go far enough (grit-wise) with the material.

Bra-fucking-vo.

Folks, this is why you need brew'n'views in your towns. 21 and over.
That means it's legal to punch them in the face if they talk during the movie.
Or, as they used to show at the 'Mo, cue a clip of a bad 70's thriller movie with a sniper taking someone out in a darkened theater, followed by the sign: "Don't talk during the movie, or we'll take your ass out".

My "OMGYAY!!!!" has now officially been downgraded to a "cautiously optimistic." Phooey.

I'm flabbergasted at the idea of Guy Ritchie making a PG-13 movie. My brain can't even process it.

For a great idiosyncratic take on Sherlock Holmes, I highly recommend Billy Wilder's The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes...I do like slightly "revisionist" versions of Holmes, so I'm looking forward to seeing with RDJ does with the part.