Seventy minutes into this four and a half hour miniseries I thought it was going to be my new second favorite thing on television. The leads are unimprovable and the dialogue and plot are whip smart. I enjoy Holmes in any non-Guy Ritchie form, mouse or otherwise, so a modern character trolling around Soho had no problem drawing me in. The first episode, "A Study in Pink" is by far the best but all three start squeaking to varying degrees as soon as the cartoonish villains show up towards the end. I realize that Nazis and Vadars are hard to come by, but please BBC 1 fix this rabid insanity because the rest of the show is too spot on to waste.
