On the Holmes with a Nokia Lumia

...which is a Microsoft Windows phone, by the way.

I've been practically preaching this on my Tumblr lately, but I'll just be a young girl and state this again here. I love the way Moffat and Gatiss interpret Mycroft Holmes. Partly, because it's not entirely dissimilar to my own. A bit subjective, I know. Sorry.

The elder Holmes has always been the most intriguing character in the original Holmes tales ever since I discovered him, more than a decade ago. The ultimate sleuth, the quiet eccentric who acknowledges the needs of all humans, including introverts, to be in others' company (Diogenes club) with an air of silent confidence that's only understood by those capable of comprehending the full extent of his abilities. The cold thinker who suppresses a lot of things for the sake of objectivity, yet he is by no means a dramatic imitation of Spock. After all, he still managed to be there whenever his bubbly little brother needed his assistance.

His character really came off as considerably solid and enigmatically engaging to my tender imagination of that time. It's kinda inspirational, and it was so impressive, more so because he's only presented in no more but a handful of lines and small chunks of rare, vague mentions of him here and there. Sir Doyle was a really good writer at that.

and so are the duo main writers of Sherlock cos they're able to cram those qualities in a single character, yet still manage to keep him in the shadow of the supposed protagonists. At least until recently, maybe, to some extent. But it's a really HARD thing to do (speaking from personal experience. I'm almost positively sure Gatiss playing the character himself also helps tremendously.) so I'm still giving a standing applause. 


Now I better not start on the masterfully done, stereotype-breaking details (normal, loving family -> cool offsprings, logical panic vs. Hollywood-level angst + recklessness, etc.) unless I want to be glued here until sunset.