Two hundred and twenty one b is my original sanctum sanctorum. It is the only aspect of my life in London I truly missed…two hundred and twenty one b is a good deal more than nice Watson. I spent the better part of ten years transforming it into a virtual womb of creativity, stepping inside it is not unlike stepping inside my very own brain. You will no doubt see things that will confuse or even upset you, odd experiments, texts in dead languages, trophies from old cases.
Man I was thinking about that “obese child” joke and I realized why it felt so weird. Usually when Sherlock makes a comment like that it’s the setup, so I was waiting for a punch line that never came. Like in “a giant gun filled with drugs” where he makes that joke about Joan’s period and jlm’s delivery is the exact same on that line as in “step nine” so when there wasn’t an equivalent to Joan’s “coaching it as a scientific observation doesn’t negate the misogyny”, the joke just felt incomplete.
So many adaptations are content to reference their source material, as if acknowledging that something exists is a worthwhile contribution to canon. They might take characters, relationships, scenes, and even lines directly from the original. And that can be very effective. After all, viewers like recognizing things that we know and love. But Elementary goes one step beyond that. It doesn’t plop just Doyle’s narrative into a new setting. It interprets it, and in so doing it gets at what truly makes Doyle’s characters tick.