YOUNG SHERLOCK HOLMES came out under the auspices of Steven
Spielberg's production company, when other Hollywood directors were
signing on to do Spielberg-like fantasies with the finest possible casts,
imagination, and special effects. The title alone suggested a
can't-miss property. And yet for all the high hopes, Young Sherlock Holmes
unfurls disappointingly, like old Indiana Jones. Yes, there's an elementary
change in scenery and accents, but the cliffhanger stunts, cartoonish
foreigners, black-magic stuff (all the more inconsequential because we
find out it's all delusions), ludicrous temple-of-doom that, just like the
Death Star, comes complete with a convenient self-destruct mode -- it
doesn't take a you-know-who to deduce it was all swiped from other
Lucas-Spielberg 1980s blockbusters.
Scriptwriter Chris Columbus was later
to make the first few Harry Potter movies, and the early school scenes
(complete with a Draco Malfoy-lookalike antagonist) do have a nice flavor
and potential, before the hand-me-down thrill rides and the way-silly
revenge scheme at the center of the mystery take over. Young Sherlock
Holmes not an awful movie; it just should have been so much better. Case
closed.