Of the many holiday movies clambering for your dollars in December and January, one of the better ones to spend your money on is Sherlock Holmes, which has the distinct virtue of being the only Guy Ritchie film I have ever liked.
My usual qualms with Guy Ritchie's films did not rear their ugly heads during this one. With the benefit of immaculately crafted sets and costumes, for once he allows his camera to move around and take in the sights, uninterrupted by obtrusive editing and jarring music. He does allow himself brief moments of his trademark editing style, but they are used sparingly and always with clever storytelling purpose. I suppose he realized that Sarah Greenwood's terrific production design of a smoggy industrial London provided more than enough grit. Hans Zimmer's music provides all the pulse-raising rhythms we would expect from him, but his score his most enjoyed for its cheeky use of instruments like the honky tonk and banjo.
Speaking of which, a nomination for Zimmer is possible, as are nods for Art Direction and Costume Design. All three would be deserved.
*** out of ****