#furthermore i went and saw tammy faye at the almeida (an elton john) and came out of it with some analysis of parasocial relationships

[alvin-draper]

damn i just enjoyed enola holmes 2 so much. twas entirely unexpected. it was just so fun! i remember finding the first movie irritating in its naiivety and i now feel that i both didnt understand the intent of the first, and that the second is far better. for one; no mycroft. i enjoy that precisely no time was wasted reintroducing any characters and instead time was spent on immaculate plotting. i guessed cicely was sarah from the first 30 seconds of her screen time but i still found it an interesting build-up. tewksebury was simply delightful, and enola was charming. she, him, and her brother are somewhat the ultimate bisexual knockout for me. all of them incredible. i am continually astonished by how charming i find tewkesbury. lovely lad. sherlock was of course excellently done, and i enjoyed their mother’s role in both making them individuals and later providing enola with the advice to find them companions. Enola herself was simply fabulous. I felt her excellently realised and terribly joyful. Her skill in both deducting and fighting are clearly the highest possible of someone her age, but it never steps into the realms of disbelief in what she knows - and neither does cavil’s sherlock. where the 2010 series falls short on believability (and occasionally the original books honestly) this succeeds excellently. and i do enjoy the plot device of the first scene being backtracked and linked to another point. whether that be the whole story (as in the limehouse golem) or as done in this, it hooks me immediately. i am exceptionally curious, and this feeds that. i fear this review has gotten rather put f hand but suffice to say i love it entirely. i shall make perhaps another pot regarding the role of feminism and the matchstick girls when i am whoely sober and awake. until that point, farewell.