I have a problem with Sherlock. There are many, many things I love about this show, not least Benedict Cumberbatch, an Alan Rickman for the new generation, and the many facial expressions of Martin Freeman. This is Conan Doyle updated, Sherlock for the twenty-first century.
Adventurous and different, except where it isn’t.
First episode: a woman is on the phone to a man, a man she’s having an affair with.
(Spoilers. Serious spoilers.)