Monday, December 16, 2013

Sherlock: The Empty Hearse, Spoiler-Free Review (Benedict Cumberbatch, Martin Freeman)

Louisa Mellor 12/15/2013 at 5:44PM

Sherlock’s third series races out of the gates with a pacy, action-filled episode containing plenty for fans to love. No spoilers here...

Acts of violence from fans, Steven Moffat’s ire, the “strangely luxurious and well-equipped torture chamber” of Mark Gatiss... All this and more faces anyone swinish and attention-seeking enough to reveal spoilers for The Empty Hearse. Not wanting to face the above or detract in the least part from what’s in store on New Year’s Day then, nothing you read below will ruin your fun. We promise.

Fun is a solid place to start with the episode, which brims with gags and outstrips even A Scandal in Belgravia for cheekiness. Mark Gatiss’ script offers up laugh after laugh, deftly arriving at punch lines via nods to canon and fandom both.

It’s enormously playful, but never flippant. More than once, the writing and performances shimmy from comedy to pathos and back again in a single scene. Memorably, a key exchange is played with silliness and solemnity at the same time and somehow, the whole thing doesn’t fall to pieces. It’s all a bit of a coup.

Unlike The Empty Hearse’s immediate predecessor, laughter outweighs tears in the episode, though it’s worth saying that watching an episode of Sherlock in a theatre of excited fans acts as an amplifier for comedy: every tip of the hat to canon is met with applause and every punch line with a roar of laughter that muffles nuance. In a less thigh-slapping environment perhaps, the story’s quieter moments may well rise to the surface.

At this stage, it’s easy to take for granted just how strong the casting and performances are in Sherlock, but it would be a disservice to do so. Benedict Cumberbatch and Martin Freeman are every inch Sherlock and John in The Empty Hearse, as if they’ve been kept in costume and in storage for the last two years instead of out and about headlining Hollywood’s biggest releases. Even in this, the week The Hobbit sequel is released, all Freeman has to do is stand in front of Sherlock’s gravestone, and it's Bilbo who? Cumberbatch has only to put on that coat, and his beefier Star Trek Into Darkness counterpart evaporates.

If the stars are clearly comfortable in their roles, then the writing is luxuriating. It’s also cheekier than ever. Rather than ignore the success of the series, The Empty Hearse absorbs its own celebrity and serves it back to the audience as winks and fan-pleasing references. Some will call that self-indulgent but it’s all so winningly handled that it provides the gentle warmth of being in on a joke instead of the lurid glare of an ego-trip. Besides, who can begrudge a little indulgence when it makes so many people so happy? Certainly not us.

The variety packed in to the ninety minutes is both a boon - the thing moves along at a fair whack, at no point dips in energy - and a potential weakness. With more catching up, regrouping and track-laying to do than most episodes of Sherlock, there’s a sense perhaps that The Empty Hearse is a succession of good bits rather than a complete story. Highly enjoyable, cleverly constructed good bits it must be said (when the cast were asked to name their favourite scenes in the post-screening Q&A, there were so many to choose between that each one mentioned nudges you to think ‘Oh yeah, wasn’t that good?’), but a compilation all the same.


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