I'm still here, despite everything. Absenteeism of recent months is mainly due to the fact that no capacity for multitasking, even one written, clear. I think it's because when I decide to dedicate myself to something, those rare times, I am going through and with my whole being. Yes, a nuisance, I know. In case anyone is wondering if you, my new addiction literary writing fanfictions (and no, I do not care if you think you are rubbish, I like and that is enough), I just started to April.
Occasionally, however, I thought to update the blog, more or less with a summary of what you had lost in my life, but in the end I've never done anything to be honest because it annoys me. By way 'of information, know that Iron Man 2 you have to watch it twice to appreciate it, Inter have won the order, Italian Cup, Scudetto and Champions' League (the first Italian team to make a triplet), where n Mou 'went broke because they had all the balls in Italy, I gave two exams (one to do so, while the other, the one that interests me, I took 30, which depresses me even more) and I'm thinking of leaving the university.
That said, let's get to why I'm writing.
I do not know if you know my obsession with Sherlock Holmes. Not only cinematically speaking. I must have been eight years when I saw the Disney adaptation of The Great Mouse Detective. So obviously I did not know who it was Holmes, but time went on sale two years like the entire collection and since it was a time when I was pretty obsessed with the detective stories I considered buying the first release, The Hound of the Baskervilles. Now, if there is one thing that I have broken the boxes with teach me since I was old enough to learn to read (about five years, I believe) is the importance of reading. My paternal grandmother especially, who seemed we were one of those high-bourgeois families of Victorian London (and so you can imagine that quite traumatic childhood in this sense I may have had, I also gave lessons in deportment, with books in mind, for one thing). Which, of course, we were not. And we are not still. All this to say that I have pulled up in books, stuff that when we went out and took a time to go home and I had already finished (at one point they all realized that this thing could not continue, and Now when I go into a library with my mother is forbidden to buy, to say the paradox). But on one thing they never flew. They were always all (except my grandfather, he is an outcast like me) well aware that nothing becomes more than a hobby. In other words, more simple, nothing was to become a passion. So when I came home with the book of Doyle arm nobody told me anything, they were used. The problem began when they noticed that I DO NOT WE DISCONNECTED. I always had that damn book. It had become a drug, something that I could not help but (Score: addiction first, ten years for a book. Ah, if I'm not in a bad ...). I took him everywhere: in the car to do two miles at sea, in the bathroom at the table at the pizzeria. Of course, my took action. The only thing I was doing with that book, had to sleep together, I was afraid it would spoil. But I kept on the bedside table, though. Every night I read until I closed it eyes, and then I turned off the light and fell asleep with Sherlock Holmes to watch on my dreams. Then wake up the next morning when I took it and went into the bathroom to read it.
Once more, however, did not find him, had disappeared (and please note the paradox of the situation: the greatest detective in the world that disappears), evaporated. I could never have forgotten it somewhere? Unlikely as I wanted, but since in the past I've already lost my favorite toy (sob story that maybe one day I will tell you), I decided not to leave out that possibility, as indeed I had learned to do just by Holmes, and started to mess up the house, including the garden (it was summer and we lived in the house near the sea, which is somewhat older, the ass here in Italy the urban plans do not know that they are). Did not find him anywhere. In the end I asked my mother and I was told that he had kidnapped her because there was too attached. Every possible protest was cut off at birth. I did not ever restored a few months ago.
spent four years and while I was on vacation with my paternal grandparents at the spa I happened to have a nice yellow with mega volume entitled: "The whole Sherlock Holmes", containing all the novels and short stories in full. As luck would have had with my grandfather, who not only do not have it repeated two times I bought it, but I also helped to hide well in the room. I started to read the rest during the stay, being always very careful that no one was nearby, once I returned home one night I could not sleep I turned on the light in the bedroom and resumed my reading, but unfortunately my mother got up to go to the bathroom, I took in the fragrant and of course I also took the yellow so cool mega volume (luck, this unknown). At the end for lack of other options I threw myself on reading the history of Italy written by Indro Montanelli (imagine reading these bricks in the sun at sea ... yes, I'm not normal). My mother seemed satisfied, as I did not took them off, indeed, appreciated.
time a couple of years anyway and I will return the fixed for the yellow. Having now given up on Doyle, I started reading Agatha Christie, especially the stories about Poirot. Now, you know very well that Poirot NOT 'Holmes. Evidently. There is just history. Where's My Car Holmes is a bohemian who do not give a damn to anyone but his Watson. Poirot is a typical intellectual if he comes out every time with a bon ami, all detailing and dutiful. This would be enough just to understand a lot 'of why. Type, because my mother has been careful to forbid Holmes, while Poirot is not give a damn. Or why I am not crazy about Holmes and Poirot. Elementary.
I mean, after all this bell'excursus on my relationship with Sherlock Holmes, perhaps now also failed to understand the reason for my passionate love for Rob, who has given body and voice to the last film adaptation of the detective. Got the fact that the film was shot almost exactly like I had always imagined, including the part in which Holmes is at odds and the rest. But it is mainly interpreted as Rob Holmes to make a difference. His version is final, says the Empire (which for the uninitiated is the most authoritative newspaper in the world of cinema, with Hollywood Variety): "Now I see Robert Downey Jr. as Holmes seems natural ... Elementary, actually. " And it is also true. Because Holmes is described as, in the movements, gestures, in expressions.
As a good fan I also recovered all the episodes of the Granada series with Jeremy Brett in the lead role. People often say that he did the definitive Holmes. Now that I'm watching, I can say that they were not wrong. Jeremy Brett has brought on a small screen that Holmes, in the words of Holmes is just the book, but if there's something that's missing is the life. His character lives like a filmic transposition, and this is perfect, of course. When he pronounces the exact words written by Doyle, one can not think that he is Holmes. It 's so English is so impeccable. And Watson, who is such, and the stories. Awkward, shy, plays the role of pupil Holmes. How exactly is in Doyle.
But as any insider will tell you, a good fit is one that lives by itself, which takes the basic elements, the characteristic features of written text, makes them his own, and reworks them in a different way, but it must always faithful to ' original. And this is what Rob does. His Holmes is a maverick genius, is beyond any logical scheme despite being a first-class debater, a naughty child is able to shut himself inside his room and not go out for two weeks. It should be on all fours on the floor, playing with the gun and then forget it when he should serve, tease all without worrying about being thin. And Jude Watson is reinvented the same way: it becomes a kind of babysitter, I do not hardly ever take seriously dampens his beliefs almost as if he himself Holmes. Even manages to get him out of the house when he wants, which would have been impossible with Jeremy Brett, for example.
But there is something even more important, and the relationship between Holmes and Watson. Both appear in the television version, as mentioned above, a student and teacher, in some predicaments brothers. But it is increasingly clear that Holmes, the boss, and Watson is looking stunned and amazed the revelations, the proceedings of the first inference. Doyle's words, at first sight, suggest exactly that. In the last adaptation cinematic discourse is taken later, considerably later. And it is obvious. Holmes and Watson are a couple of fact, the extreme and balance, out of any scheme and controlled possession and (fake) posted. We tease each other, they fight (but not seriously), split up and seem distant, but in reality it can never stay too long away from each other, because they need each other. And if the element of discourse is not, in itself clear, then just pay attention to the game of looks that goes on continuously for the duration of the film. The two will try to continue, you are constantly, and their eyes express much more than the words require. Just think of the sequence in which Holmes does carry Watson's room, the corpse of one of the minions of Blackwood (an example in a thousand, not to mention the best hotels and restaurant of the coach). From the first moment (in which Holmes opens the door) to last (in which Holmes left the room, forgetting about the gun) is a whole chase and flee, a trap and tend not avoid, waterfalls in full, because despite what saying aloud Watson needs to Holmes in the same manner in which the detective needs his doctor. To deny this is stupid, as well as useless, because it is more obvious than it might be. And therein lies the strength of the film. Doyle has written on this kind of relationship with the characters, but so far no one had ever been able to realize as they should. Explain why bring up the subject on another site and would be immensely long-winded. Rob and Jude have done their Holmes and Watson have given back and their new life, and that is why they are the definitive interpretations of these two huge personalities. Believe it or not, but we in these parts we are profoundly and irrevocably convinced, and we look forward to the next chapter.
That said, let's get to why I'm writing.
I do not know if you know my obsession with Sherlock Holmes. Not only cinematically speaking. I must have been eight years when I saw the Disney adaptation of The Great Mouse Detective. So obviously I did not know who it was Holmes, but time went on sale two years like the entire collection and since it was a time when I was pretty obsessed with the detective stories I considered buying the first release, The Hound of the Baskervilles. Now, if there is one thing that I have broken the boxes with teach me since I was old enough to learn to read (about five years, I believe) is the importance of reading. My paternal grandmother especially, who seemed we were one of those high-bourgeois families of Victorian London (and so you can imagine that quite traumatic childhood in this sense I may have had, I also gave lessons in deportment, with books in mind, for one thing). Which, of course, we were not. And we are not still. All this to say that I have pulled up in books, stuff that when we went out and took a time to go home and I had already finished (at one point they all realized that this thing could not continue, and Now when I go into a library with my mother is forbidden to buy, to say the paradox). But on one thing they never flew. They were always all (except my grandfather, he is an outcast like me) well aware that nothing becomes more than a hobby. In other words, more simple, nothing was to become a passion. So when I came home with the book of Doyle arm nobody told me anything, they were used. The problem began when they noticed that I DO NOT WE DISCONNECTED. I always had that damn book. It had become a drug, something that I could not help but (Score: addiction first, ten years for a book. Ah, if I'm not in a bad ...). I took him everywhere: in the car to do two miles at sea, in the bathroom at the table at the pizzeria. Of course, my took action. The only thing I was doing with that book, had to sleep together, I was afraid it would spoil. But I kept on the bedside table, though. Every night I read until I closed it eyes, and then I turned off the light and fell asleep with Sherlock Holmes to watch on my dreams. Then wake up the next morning when I took it and went into the bathroom to read it.
Once more, however, did not find him, had disappeared (and please note the paradox of the situation: the greatest detective in the world that disappears), evaporated. I could never have forgotten it somewhere? Unlikely as I wanted, but since in the past I've already lost my favorite toy (sob story that maybe one day I will tell you), I decided not to leave out that possibility, as indeed I had learned to do just by Holmes, and started to mess up the house, including the garden (it was summer and we lived in the house near the sea, which is somewhat older, the ass here in Italy the urban plans do not know that they are). Did not find him anywhere. In the end I asked my mother and I was told that he had kidnapped her because there was too attached. Every possible protest was cut off at birth. I did not ever restored a few months ago.
spent four years and while I was on vacation with my paternal grandparents at the spa I happened to have a nice yellow with mega volume entitled: "The whole Sherlock Holmes", containing all the novels and short stories in full. As luck would have had with my grandfather, who not only do not have it repeated two times I bought it, but I also helped to hide well in the room. I started to read the rest during the stay, being always very careful that no one was nearby, once I returned home one night I could not sleep I turned on the light in the bedroom and resumed my reading, but unfortunately my mother got up to go to the bathroom, I took in the fragrant and of course I also took the yellow so cool mega volume (luck, this unknown). At the end for lack of other options I threw myself on reading the history of Italy written by Indro Montanelli (imagine reading these bricks in the sun at sea ... yes, I'm not normal). My mother seemed satisfied, as I did not took them off, indeed, appreciated.
time a couple of years anyway and I will return the fixed for the yellow. Having now given up on Doyle, I started reading Agatha Christie, especially the stories about Poirot. Now, you know very well that Poirot NOT 'Holmes. Evidently. There is just history. Where's My Car Holmes is a bohemian who do not give a damn to anyone but his Watson. Poirot is a typical intellectual if he comes out every time with a bon ami, all detailing and dutiful. This would be enough just to understand a lot 'of why. Type, because my mother has been careful to forbid Holmes, while Poirot is not give a damn. Or why I am not crazy about Holmes and Poirot. Elementary.
I mean, after all this bell'excursus on my relationship with Sherlock Holmes, perhaps now also failed to understand the reason for my passionate love for Rob, who has given body and voice to the last film adaptation of the detective. Got the fact that the film was shot almost exactly like I had always imagined, including the part in which Holmes is at odds and the rest. But it is mainly interpreted as Rob Holmes to make a difference. His version is final, says the Empire (which for the uninitiated is the most authoritative newspaper in the world of cinema, with Hollywood Variety): "Now I see Robert Downey Jr. as Holmes seems natural ... Elementary, actually. " And it is also true. Because Holmes is described as, in the movements, gestures, in expressions.
As a good fan I also recovered all the episodes of the Granada series with Jeremy Brett in the lead role. People often say that he did the definitive Holmes. Now that I'm watching, I can say that they were not wrong. Jeremy Brett has brought on a small screen that Holmes, in the words of Holmes is just the book, but if there's something that's missing is the life. His character lives like a filmic transposition, and this is perfect, of course. When he pronounces the exact words written by Doyle, one can not think that he is Holmes. It 's so English is so impeccable. And Watson, who is such, and the stories. Awkward, shy, plays the role of pupil Holmes. How exactly is in Doyle.
But as any insider will tell you, a good fit is one that lives by itself, which takes the basic elements, the characteristic features of written text, makes them his own, and reworks them in a different way, but it must always faithful to ' original. And this is what Rob does. His Holmes is a maverick genius, is beyond any logical scheme despite being a first-class debater, a naughty child is able to shut himself inside his room and not go out for two weeks. It should be on all fours on the floor, playing with the gun and then forget it when he should serve, tease all without worrying about being thin. And Jude Watson is reinvented the same way: it becomes a kind of babysitter, I do not hardly ever take seriously dampens his beliefs almost as if he himself Holmes. Even manages to get him out of the house when he wants, which would have been impossible with Jeremy Brett, for example.
But there is something even more important, and the relationship between Holmes and Watson. Both appear in the television version, as mentioned above, a student and teacher, in some predicaments brothers. But it is increasingly clear that Holmes, the boss, and Watson is looking stunned and amazed the revelations, the proceedings of the first inference. Doyle's words, at first sight, suggest exactly that. In the last adaptation cinematic discourse is taken later, considerably later. And it is obvious. Holmes and Watson are a couple of fact, the extreme and balance, out of any scheme and controlled possession and (fake) posted. We tease each other, they fight (but not seriously), split up and seem distant, but in reality it can never stay too long away from each other, because they need each other. And if the element of discourse is not, in itself clear, then just pay attention to the game of looks that goes on continuously for the duration of the film. The two will try to continue, you are constantly, and their eyes express much more than the words require. Just think of the sequence in which Holmes does carry Watson's room, the corpse of one of the minions of Blackwood (an example in a thousand, not to mention the best hotels and restaurant of the coach). From the first moment (in which Holmes opens the door) to last (in which Holmes left the room, forgetting about the gun) is a whole chase and flee, a trap and tend not avoid, waterfalls in full, because despite what saying aloud Watson needs to Holmes in the same manner in which the detective needs his doctor. To deny this is stupid, as well as useless, because it is more obvious than it might be. And therein lies the strength of the film. Doyle has written on this kind of relationship with the characters, but so far no one had ever been able to realize as they should. Explain why bring up the subject on another site and would be immensely long-winded. Rob and Jude have done their Holmes and Watson have given back and their new life, and that is why they are the definitive interpretations of these two huge personalities. Believe it or not, but we in these parts we are profoundly and irrevocably convinced, and we look forward to the next chapter.
Edward Hardwicke (Watson) and Jeremy Brett (Holmes) in the Granada series (1984-1994)
Robert Downey Jr. (Holmes) and Jude Law (Watson) in Sherlock Holmes (2009)
