So I saw Sherlock Holmes tonight.

Because I enjoy Jude Law in a mustache and Stevie Nicks witchcraft and fake suicides ala Harold and Maude, I enjoyed Sherlock Holmes! Immensely! Now I feel like I have to raise an eyebrow whenever I speak, and go around making observances about people I don't know, such as: I HAVE NOTICED THAT YOUR HAIR IS BROWN. THIS MUST MEAN YOU HAVE BROWN HAIR.

I also enjoy looking at the very Sherlock-y McQueen Fall 09 menswear:Also, the entire movie basically went like this:
HOLMES: AN EXPLOSION IS ABOUT TO OCCUR.
WATSON: WHAT DO YOU PROPOSE WE DO.
HOLMES: PREPARE TO PRETEND TO BE IN SLOW MOTION FOR LITERALLY 10 MINUTES. THEN BE READY TO REACT SLIGHTLY AMUSED AT A WITTY REMARK I WILL MAKE IN A MONOTONOUS, BRITISH TONE.
WATSON: SHOULD I ALSO BE READY TO REACT TO YOUR PUPPY DOG-EYED SLASH "WELL, HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT!" SLASH BOB-DYLAN'S-FACE-IN-THE-LAST-FEW-SECONDS-OF-HIS-RECENT-AND-SOMEWHAT-CREEPY-MUSIC-VIDEO EXPRESSION?
HOLMES: YES.

But, Jude Law in a mustache. So.