Jane Clare Jones manages to find a feminist cause even when reviewing television programmes. In this case, the opening episode of Steven Moffat’s Sherlock Holmes. This one has a female protagonist, but she just isn’t Guardian enough. What follows is the usual feminists drivel that might have come straight from Pseud’s corner, wrapped around an apparent critique of a lightweight television programme.
In many ways the Holmes stories are a perfect fit for Moffat’s skill-set. The puzzle-box plotting, the 24/7 bromance, the fetishisation of “masculine” reason over pesky “feminine” emotion, all suit him right down to the ground. In the case of his stewardship of Doctor Who, Moffat’s tendency to write women plucked straight from a box marked “tired old tropes” (drip/scold/temptress/earth mother to name but a few), and his consequent failure to sketch a compelling central dynamic between the lead and his companion, has seriously affected the show’s dramatic power. But no such trouble with Sherlock.
“Tired old tropes…” All said without a hint of irony…
Read and enjoy – but take the blood pressure tablets first.