Every great spy has a master puppeteer hiding behind the scenes. Think of what Q does for James Bond. And when the puppeteer goes away? Well, we have only to look at the never-ending confusion of Jason Bourne for a cautionary tale of that scenario.
And so it is with Sherlock Holmes, only in this case the puppet master is a dog, a fine Bulldog subtly played by… by… by… anyone? Bueller? Yes, once again the dog has been left off the credits. This is apparently a British production and I’m not sure what the union situation is over there, but something’s obviously wrong.
In any case, this is a fine example of a dog doing what he can with a role that could easily have turned him into yet another toy-breed doormat. He resists this pigeonholing, though, and provides plot-turning motivation at a couple of key points in the film.
Whether you actually want to follow those turns is up to you; to me this was a mishmash of pop-culture references staple-gunned onto a sepia-toned framework of a bygone era. But I’m just a dog.
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