“You’ll be in disguise? Well how am I going to recognise you then!- Well, can’t you wear a pink carnation!”
For something described by Harry Thompson in Peter Cook’s biography as ‘one of cinema’s great disasters’, I really don’t think it was that bad. Unfortunately, they did the one singular thing you really can’t do with Holmes and Watson- split them up.
They put Sherlock Holmes in a corset and flouncy robe with a cigarette hanging from his limp wrist and Watson acting as his slightly ditzy house-husband, who hangs a photo of Holmes by his bed when he’s on his first solo case, and they’re still not gay enough for some people sigh
Part two of ‘I’d go places for Kenneth Williams that I wouldn’t go with a gun’
“You’ll be in disguise? Well how am I going to recognise you then!- Well, can’t you wear a pink carnation!”
For something described by Harry Thompson in Peter Cook’s biography as ‘one of cinema’s great disasters’, I really don’t think it was that bad. Unfortunately, they did the one singular thing you really can’t do with Holmes and Watson- split them up.
They put Sherlock Holmes in a corset and flouncy robe with a cigarette hanging from his limp wrist and Watson acting as his slightly ditzy house-husband, who hangs a photo of Holmes by his bed when he’s on his first solo case, and they’re still not gay enough for some people sigh
Part two of ‘I’d go places for Kenneth Williams that I wouldn’t go with a gun’
