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Comedy Playhouse - Elementary My Dear Watson
episode 13.3
UK 1973
produced by Barry Took for BBC
directed by Harold Snoad
starring John Cleese, William Rushton, Bill Maynard, Josephine Tewson, Norman Bird, Chic Murray, Larry Martyn, John Wells, Michael Gover, Michael Knowles, Helen Lambert, Rosemary Lord, Ivor Salter, Rose Hill, Colin Bean, Gordon Faith, Frank Muir, Dawn Addams, Alan Coren, Patrick Campbell, Morag Hood, John Carson, Robert Robinson
written by N.F. Simpson, music by Burt Rhodes
TV-series Comedy Playhouse, Sherlock Holmes, Sherlock Holmes (John Cleese), Fu Manchu, Moriarty
review by Mike Haberfelner
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5 solicitors are murdered, all in the same office, and bent over their
respective desks the same way, but only one of them is stolen. A case for
Sherlock Holmes (John Cleese) and Dr Watson (William Rushton) no doubt,
who coriously enough (the address this themselves) are still alive in
1973. Holmes soon figures out the stolen dead solicitor must have ended up
as a Mystery Object of the Week on the TV-quizshow Call My
Bluff - and he's right, too. But what about the other four? To
that end, Holmes and Watson take one of the dead solicitors including desk
through half the country ... but eventually abandon it to find out which
rattlesnake (literally) is killing the lifestock and family of Lady
Cynthia (Josephine Tewson) - but they never ever get there because Holmes
becomes so confused by the modern train timetables that they cross half
the country going exactly nowhere. Then Holmes picks up his archenemy
Moriarty (Bill Maynard), who has over the years become an unconvincing
crossdresser - but no mind, he's only a red herring, the real baddie of
the piece is Fu Manchu (Larry Martyn), who has killed the solicitors to
ship them to Red China as conversation pieces. But thanks to an
understanding and patriotic editor, Holmes can stop the Oriental baddie
just in time ... Does this synopsis make any sense? Didn't
think so, but neither makes this episode of Comedy Playhouse,
which is more of an exercise in Monty
Python-like absurdity than anything else. The problem is
though, despite the presence of John Cleese, this here is not Monty
Python, and while that troupe had a way of bringing absolute
absurdities to unexpected heights in an ingenious way, this here might be
absurd enough, but the spark of genius is missing to make it great. That's
not to say the thing is entirely unfunny, several jokes are hilarious,
actually, it just doesn't work half as well as a whole as several of the
jokes do by themselves, and one can't shake the feeling something is
missing. John Cleese as Holmes is great though.
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