...way out on the corner of fucked up and evil...

People who think that Murdoch is better than Face are cripples, puppy-eaters and probably French, and they will be damned to an eternal Hell by Liam Neeson for their crimes. So there.

In other news, I do not get the point of Russia. Maybe it's one of those things non-Americans don't understand, but I don't see why they're always the big threat in movies. I mean, why? Russia's crap. Sure, they have loads of palaces and whatever with all that gold bling, but the weather's shit and the general population is poor. All anyone ever does there is drink strong liquor and eat potatoes. It's basically Ireland with less leprechauns.

Russia fails at life.

Sherlock: Case of Evil is green. Seriously. Everything in that film is green.

Sherlock, Mycroft, Moriarty and the token strumpet all wear green. Holmes's rooms in Baker Street are green. What I'll assume is the Diogenes club (where Mycroft hangs out) is green.

This can mean one of three things:

1) Holmes is, in fact, a leprechaun, and all his adventures take place in a magical leprechaun world
2) It's part of an evil scheme by Moriaty, the significance of which is to be revealed in the sequel, Sherlock: Case of Naughty Spankin's (which I will look forward to immensely, if only for Richard E. Grant)
3) The film-makers had a serious fetish for the colour green, which leads me to suspect that they themselves are leprechauns and that 1) is also correct. Damn those leprechauns.

And, on the subject of Richard E. Grant, who the hell chose him to play Mycroft? I like Mycroft. I like Richard E. Grant. But the combination leads to bizarre thoughts about Mycroft being the Scarlet Pimpernel, which is hilarious but terrifying at the same time.

I mean, can you imagine Mycroft Holmes being dashing?