The Irregulars Review (2021, Netflix)

Sherlock Holmes and magic.

In a teenage series with gore and sex, where Watson is also a dark-skinned asshole (it’s not a matter of skin color, I’m sure there were enough dark-skinned people in England in the 19th century and Dr. Watson could well be from somewhere in colonial Africa or India).

Who came up with this bright idea?

Netflix’s Irregular Parts starts off quite cheerfully, but the pilot leaves a horrible impression – especially when you realize that this story of Holmes’ unknown assistants, boys and girls from the slums of London, simply shamelessly treats the canons and changes the very essence of Conan Doyle’s stories. A man who himself, although he was fond of spiritualism and believed in the otherworldly, did not allow this to influence his prose too much. And certainly the addict Sherlock Holmes did not send poor children to catch mad wizards, damn them. What nonsense ?!

Holmes has always been closer to Scooby-Doo than Harry Potter.

In the adventures of a cowardly talking dog and a group of hippies in a weed van, there is more truth in life than in stories about magic and the paranormal, because in life, alas, magic is almost always explained either by a mistake in human perception, or by a malfunction of the brain, or a hoax. And Conan Doyle understood this perfectly, although he was interested in the supernatural, like many people of his time. But damn it, to build the entire plot of the series, inspired by the world of Holmes, on fabulous things … This is not original at all, but stupid and breaks the canon, goes against the laws of the fictional universe, which must be respected, even if the copyright has already expired.

Damn, this is so bad, so I might update this review later once I’ll finish to watch it.


Conan Doyle would have shot himself.

Better revisit the series with Cumberbatch, films with Downey Jr. (the third part should finally be launched soon). At least there’s no fucking magic there!