Watching S4 of Sherlock felt like getting dumped by a significant other out of nowhere when you thought the relationship was really going somewhere, and life just hasn’t been as bright since. Sure, you watch other shows but they’re just rebounds. You miss the fun you had and you try to get over it, but you secretly wish they’d just come back, move forward, and forget the whole thing ever happened.
Canon Watson is incredibly nuanced, which is why Martin’s acting style was perfect for the modern role. Any warping or diminishment of the modern character is the fault of the writers, not the actor.
oh sorry let me clarify – this post is 100% intended as a defense of the modern bbc character, not as a renunciation of it. i am basically short-handing the “john” version of this post: sherlock holmes would be a boring character without flaws.
acd’s stories are written from john’s perspective, and therefore he is at the advantage with himself – he can edit, basically, and leave out that which makes him look weak or ill-tempered or what have you. he can scoot over the depth of his emotions and hide the call of his heart simply by skating over events relying on dialogue between characters instead of inviting us into an inner dialogue with himself. he is, in short, the quintessential unreliable narrator, and the most successful one of all time: he tells us what he wants us to know, and for the last hundred+ years, sherlockians have been satisfied with his interpretations of self.
not so with bbc. moftiss has previously been lauded for this “catching out” of the character, specifically in asip – that while acd’s john takes sort of a clinical, self-recriminating approach (lumping himself in with those “idlers and lounger” which are irresistibly drained into london, etc etc), and almost laughs at himself (that same paragraph: “I was as free as air – or as free as eleven shillings and sixpence a day will allow a man to be.” but the modern character confronts what john watson must really have been going through at the time – lost, alone, broke, without work, without health, without purpose. our john watson has nightmares, our john watson cries, our john watson contemplates suicide. and it is into this dark, grief-stricken truth that sherlock holmes comes crashing in.
so that tells us right from the off that this adaptation is an interrogation of character, and of the canon. first step to bbc is to really dig in and see what acd’s john failed to say. and that continues throughout – the fall, for example. acd’s john basically writes himself, in the face of holmes’ revelations of betrayal and deception, basically clapping his hands and saying “goodness! how wonderfully smart! right on chap!” bbc’s john feels the full weight of the consequence. he is allowed to be betrayed. he is allowed to be angry. feelings which acd’s john must have felt and which have been denied him. the audience basically is left to fill in the gaps with acd john’s emotional state, because characters who don’t feel betrayal when betrayed, who can’t feel righteous anger when appropriate, are one-dimensional dullards and a bore.
we have also previously lauded moftiss – and before them, granada holmes’s watson – for bringing john’s intelligence and competence to light. many adaptations over the years have basically reduced john to cartoonishly buffoon-ish sidekick (tplosh, howard, etc), and we recognise now that of course this interpretation is not supported by the canon. and yet the canon does contain elements of exclamation and wonder – john writes himself as being stunned and shocked by holmes’ brilliance, even as he allows holmes to tell him that he discounts himself and never gives himself credit.
but competence and intelligence are not the end of watson’s nuance, and bbc has explored that and allowed that. grief, betrayal, irritation and annoyance, anger, even violence. things that the depths and nuance of real people generally allows for, considering background, history, context. we can sit around and say well i’ve never hit my best friend! ya, well, my best friends have also never faked their deaths for literal years and then revealed themselves in a fake french waiter outfit in the middle of my marriage proposal, so i guess i can’t really say how i’d react! extraordinary circumstances beget extraordinary reactions, right? what bbc has allowed john to do is to lean into these reactions, to explore the depth of them, and to disallow john to continue hiding behind his narration. out in the open. bringing the truth of john out into the open.
which brings us to series four, which seems to be the crux of the whole issue. there are a lot of hints about unreality in the series, but even if you don’t buy that and you take the whole thing at face value, there’s really nothing to imply that john and sherlock’s relationship has been irrevocably harmed and that the path john’s character takes is in some way diminished in sherlock’s life. so john pulls away from sherlock when mary dies. if you take it at face value, john reacts not just to losing a wife but also to the exchange of one life for the other – that mary chooses sherlock’s life over her own, when john struggled with that choice and struggled with mary and failed to make a decision himself. so of course he pulls away from sherlock. that makes sense!! that. makes. logical. reasonable. sense. having an emotional reaction to your own life is not a betrayal of your friends. denying help from someone with whom you are currently having some emotional upheaval is pretty normal!! and yet he still comes when sherlock shows up in tld and says that he needs him. follows him. and of course i am of the opinion that taking the morgue scene at total face value is the warm-paste version of watching the show, given that it is preceded generally by one-on-one therapy sessions with a mind-controlling genius that wants to kill and/or harm sherlock and is preceded immediately by an implication that td-12 was ingested and subsequently revealed to be told through john’s statement to police – that is to say, stepping back into the unreliable narrator for a moment. to me, face value must include all these considerations. but even if the morgue scene happened that way, it’s immediately followed by john taking responsibility (admitting it to lestrade in an official statement to police which obviously began as a report of assault), john’s subsequent goodbye to sherlock at the hospital which imo reads as intended to be a permanent “i can’t do this anymore, for either of us” goodbye, and then john’s submission to mycroft’s will – mycroft calls, says for john to get into the car waiting, and john goes, knowing that mycroft could totally be about to black-bag him for crimes against his little brother. and john still saves sherlock’s life, and throughout tfp you have john and sherlock on the same side. john is family. there is never any doubt to sherlock and mycroft that sherlock will choose john. sherlock is desperate to save john throughout. any diminishment of their relationship in tfp is actually on sherlock’s part when he ignores vatican cameos. by series end, face value, they are utterly together – and although it’s platonic, there’s really absolutely nothing in series four that implies that they couldn’t or won’t ever be romantically attached, and plenty to imply that being romantically attached “would complete them as human beings” – that is to say, would bring their characters fully to life.
i’m getting away from myself. the point is: bbc john interrogates the text of acd’s john and brings forth the things that acd’s john didn’t want us to know. to read john watson as always the devoted, always the loyal, always the follower, always the supporter, always the dear watson, is boring. it’s oatmeal. warm paste. it’s a much more interesting story to give that boy some heckening nuance and let him be complicated. that’s when a character passes from stereotypical sidekick into towering, incandescent light. bbc john is an attempt to ease acd’s john out from behind his pages and his edited narration and to breathe life and truth into him. and you have to interrogate his character and interrogate his true depth of emotion in order to discover what is hidden within – that is, that john watson is capable of more than simple warm-paste levels of devotion. he is capable of adoration, and of being adored. he is capable of passion, and passionate love, and being passionately loved. and that’s really one heck of a story.
I love Sherlock because it gives the impression that every single character had been lonely at one time in their lives, and through this adorable, intelligent man-baby, they’ve all met each other. They don’t have to be alone now.
Indeed. When I first saw this scene, yes, it was kind of funny, but all in all I felt really sorry for him. They break into his house, change his movies, terrorise him in his own home… All of this because they want Mycroft to say it, and instead of, say, snooping in his documents (which is something much more easier to make, and doesn’t instantly give away anything), they decide to go to his own house, interrupt the only leisure moment we see him have in the show, and scare him until he admits it, even reaching to the point of disarming him, leaving him with no bullets, for him to lose almost all of his dignity, and then proceed to laugh about it. And then, instead of listening to his “it’s dangerous, so don’t do anything stupid” advice, they decide to bully him until he admits to ask help from them. And I’ll repeat it. Ask. It’s not like “hey, you’re my big bro, and this is a problem that affects us all, so let’s figure it out”. It’s more of a “hey, you secret keeper, ask us help, and then we’ll help you out.”
So yes, it might seem like a funny scene. But it really isn’t, for me at least.
But what I find interesting is that Sherlock’s charade is a smaller version of Eurus’ head games later in the episode. They both indulge in the idea of terrifying people – family members even – until they reveal the truth to you. (Which makes me think there were some understandable reasons for Mycroft keeping Eurus and Sherlock separated.)
I chose to believe that Sherlock recognised those similarities as he got to experience it from the other side, and it made him regret how he treated Mycroft. (It makes sense given the uncharacteristic concern shown by asking Greg to look after Mycroft and defending Mycroft to their parents.)
“But what I find interesting is that Sherlock’s charade is a smaller version of Eurus’ head games later in the episode.”
I.. I.. I never thought of this way and now I can’t think of it in any other way holy fuck…
This gets really interesting if you accept the mind-bungalow concept that TFP is playing out in John’s subconscious as he lays dying on his therapist’s oddly-striking rug. Because this is the Sherlock John thought he saw after the old woman’s murder in TGG: someone driven by the Game until he’s just plain cruel. And there’s John right behind him, all smug (and uncaring) smiles.
This is John’s nightmare, both of Sherlock and himself.
The thing I really like about TFP, especially working within an EMP theory of some sort, is that Sherlock becomes so human. He is shaken. He struggles, is sometimes wrong. He refuses to make a calculating decision by shooting Mycroft or John. And he’s so empathetic toward Eurus (and if anyone has a right to simply hate her, maybe even more than Mycroft, I think it’s Sherlock.
Here’s the beautiful bit: if this is all in John’s mind, this isn’t about the audience learning Sherlock isn’t some kind of ubermensch who transcends the mere mortals around him.We already know that. It’s about John learning that. It’s in many ways the Garridebs revelation, slightly inverted. And a lot of the time I’m too scared and jaded to really believe in overarching purpose and details that mean that, but when I’m brave enough to go there, this is the bit I love.
I am honestly laughing so hard right now thinking about the utterly ridiculous events that unfolded at Sherlock’s family’s house at the end of The Final Problem. Like I cannot stop laughing just imagining some cartoon cronies hammering that 10 x 10 room together in the front yard and stapling pictures to the walls for dramatic effect while Sherlock just lies like a dead-ass tuna in the middle of it. You know those minions were watching from the bushes with binoculars like, “Damn good touch with the dog bowl, Stanley.” That entire scene was so ludicrously implausible that I cannot stop laughing at the absurdity of it all. Like did Euros shout commands at a team of stage hands with a megaphone to set that all up before she had her level ten psychotic break? Did they all zip-line from the walls of Sherrinford and barrel-roll right into the front yard with the stage props in their hands? How did they transport two grown-ass male bodies to the yard in that amount of time? Is Euros a licensed pilot as well as a criminal mastermind and movie director? Where were all of the cronies that helped her set it all up? Were they all posted up in Mr. and Mrs. Holmes’ bedroom watching The Great British Bake Off while Sherlock ran screaming through the yard? Did anyone think to go back for John’s feet in the well? The whole thing is such a fever-fuck, I’m wasted.
A Study in Pink appreciation week! I haven’t given up on it! Being noisy about tiny unnecessary details is absolutely my cup of tea. I finally found time for a rewatch and drew some of my favourite details. I had more listed, but these are all I drew.
1. This silhouette amuses me.
2. First cab ride together, and from when Sherlock gets to explain about Harry’s phone, John just… stares at him with a gaping mouth. JOHN WATSON, YOUR FACE. Evidence number one:
(A Watson-Lestrade hybrid is what this drawing is.)
And two:
And he just doesn’t move. JOHN WATSOOON.
3. Sherlock’s hand gestures on the ‘rache’ crime scene (or just about anywhere on that matter). No excuses for that one, I am a sucker for beautiful hands that move beautifully. You need to watch the scene of course to get the best bits.
4. Mycroft’s protectiveness of his brother. They are adorable.
Mycroft examined an unamused John’s hand. I didn’t remember this scene. Dear creators, do tell us more about Mycroft’s ring.
5. Sherlock asks John if he could borrow his phone. He just holds out his hand, John puts it there, and Sherlock does nothing but fondle the phone between his hands for a moment while meditating and then hands it over again. I love this scene so much.
6. “Nothing, just… “Welcome to London.”“
That quote and the exchange of looks!
And I’ll leave this here:
7. Sherlock’s ”…….oh.“ face after John says he doesn’t need to use his imagination thinking what his last words would be, that I completely managed to ignore the first time. He just looked so sad and sorry and moved and touched by John’s vulnerable moment right there. SUCH A GOOD MOMENT.