When other girls were reading Teen Beat, I was deeply enthralled with Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes. Watching Saturday morning airings of Basil Rathbone as Sherlock Holmes movies goes a long, long way to explaining my attraction to tall, thin men with big noses, thin lips and British accents (love you honey).
I also own a brick from the original 221B Baker Street building that was torn down in the early eighties to build a Sherlock Holmes Museum.
So it is clear, I'm a fan. And I predict I will be a fan of this version of Sherlock Holmes coming soon to a theater near you. (By the way, between Tropic Thunder and Iron Man, who isn't happy Robert Downey Jr. is doing well?)
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