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By all the love being heaped on Sherlock Holmes by the flist. I saw it yesterday and I've rarely been so bored by a film. Really, really bored, the kind of bored where you're writhing in your seat because your guts are twisting and you want to howl at the moon kind of bored. It was just one blasted idiot fight after another, over and over until you thought there couldn't possibly be another one coming - but you'd be wrong and they'd be off again. It was basically a Jackie Chan movie to which the names 'Holmes and Watson' had been amended. And was it really long, or did it just seem it? Gods, I wanted the bloody thing to end.

As for the slash - was there some?

Once again, I appear to be out of kilter with the flist.  Seems to be becomming a bit of a trend. I should probably just fold up my tent and slip away now.