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Delicious. The perfect scene, the perfect villian, the perfect setting for some first-rate Sherlock Holmes sleuthing...
Unfortunately, in Murder By Decree Sherlock Holmes never shows up--Christopher Plummer does. Though dressed in all the right clothes and given the best Dr. Watson ever, Plummer never stops being Plummer, not for a minute. Who ever heard of a sexy, sauve, passionate Sherlock Holmes, a Holmes with blow-dried hair and visible muscles, anyway? Would the real Sherlock Holmes burst into tears at the sight of a beautiful, helpless woman unjustly committed to an insane asylum? Would the real Holmes leap at the throat of an official in an attempt to kill him? Would he sweat in front...
Grimesby Roylott tried it with a snake, Colonel Sebastian Moran with an air gun, Professor James Moriarty with evil genius and brute strength. Sherlock Holmes foiled them all. He conquered cocaine, the supercriminals and the erosions of time, and he defeats the makers of Murder by Decree. But, by thunder, it is a near thing...
...Jack the Ripper, slayer of London harlots. An intriguing idea, but hardly unique. In A Study in Terror, Ellery Queen postulated that the fiend of 1888 was a deranged duke. Holmes' official biographer, William Baring-Gould, identified Jack as a Scotland Yard inspector. In the recent The Last Sherlock Holmes Story, Mystery. Writer Michael Dibdin put forth the heretical notion that the Ripper and the detective were aspects of the same character. Now Clark offers his own 7% solution: part authentic atmosphere and 93% balderdash...
This is certainly so in The Crucifer of Blood. The play is ostensibly about a nasty case solved by Sherlock Holmes (Paxton Whitehead) with his customarily occult intelligence - a fancifully distorted version of Conan Doyle's The Sign of the Four. What Crucifer is actually about is Holmes' study, a bibliophile's opulent dream, though Holmes is so busy shooting up cocaine that it is questionable whether he could lift a book. It is also about an opium den so suggestive of for bidden and abandoned pleasures that it might serve as ad copy for Yves Saint...