Last day on block 2 of #Sherlock. It’s been a blast as ever! Episode 3 begins shooting later in the summer.
Beautiful shot! Thanks Mark Gatiss.
“Actually, do you know what, ignore me.”
John. John Watson. He just killed a man to save me from myself. Who does that? God.
Look at him: he’s not like an ordinary man. He just shot someone and he’s perfectly fine. Not a hair out of place. He’s just standing there with those nerves of steel, those steady hands, he’s playing innocent, standing on the other side of the tape like he’s uninvolved. He thinks I won’t figure it out, he thinks I won’t know. He’s not ashamed of it or proud of himself; he just did what he thought was right. He didn’t even do it to impress me; he’s not trying to make a point, he’s not demonstrating his usefulness to me. He’s not going to hold it over my head, either. Is he. He found his way here just to protect me. Gratis. As if that’s completely natural.
Natural for him, maybe. Yes. Completely natural for him. My hidden jewel: John Watson. How could I have been so blind?
I would be dead by now without him. I chose the wrong pill. I was wrong twice tonight. A true failure of an evening, by all accounts: two massive failures of observation, more if you count the details. It doesn’t matter: we’re both still here. Second chance: I’m paying attention to you now, John Watson. I see it all in you now.
He came after me, even after I told him I was married to my work. Even after I left him and ran off on my own, twice. I wonder if there’s a way to revisit that conversation, hmm. Not really an area in which I have any real expertise. Is that what he wants? How does one go about doing that?
I thought he was ordinary. I didn’t know what I was dealing with. Unfair! He was hiding in plain sight. He thinks of himself as ordinary, so he appears to be ordinary. To the naked eye, at least. But he’s not. Most definitely not. His hands aren’t even shaking, not even now. Look at that.
Oh, I’m keeping him.
My costume particularly does so much of the work for me, because Loki’s silhouette is so incredibly menacing. Those clothes are so mean, it’s leather and metal and gold. There were days when I longed for the suit, the Dolce and Gabbana one. x
What he has is pure empathy. He can assume your point of view, or mine, and maybe some other points of view that scare him. It’s an uncomfortable gift. Perception’s a tool that’s pointed on both ends.
BUT NO SERIOUSLY CAN WE JUST NOTICE HOW THEY’RE ALL POSITIONED NOTICE HOW HANNIBAL IS IN THE SHADOWS ON THE DARKER SIDE OF THE ROOM AND HOW WILL IS FACING AWAY FROM THE LIGHT BUT IS ON THE LIGHTER SIDE OF THE ROOM NONETHELESS AND HOW IN BETWEEN THEM IS A SURVIVOR OF WHAT BASICALLY AMOUNT TO HANNIBAL’S INFLUENCE IT’S HIS FAULT SHE’S LYING THERE IN THAT HOSPITAL BED AND DESPITE BEING THE DEVIL IN THE DARK HE’S HOLDING HER HAND MORE ABLE TO GIVE COMFORT THAN WILL THE MAN WHO HELPED SAVE HER LIFE WHO IS LOOKING DOWN AND AWAY AND CLOSED OFF AND IN THE PREVIOUS TWO SHOTS WILL’S FACE IS IN SHADOW; HE’S BEING SILHOUTTED BY THE LIGHT INSTEAD OF ILLUMINATED BY IT WHEREAS HANNIBAL’S HAND AND THE HOBBS’ DAUGHTER’S HANDS ARE IN PURE RELIEF THEY ARE MIRRORING EACH OTHER BUT THEY WILL ALWAYS BE SEPARATED BY THE CONSEQUENCES OF THEIR ACTIONS LIKE A VICTIM IN A HOSPITAL BED. SERIOUSLY JUST GO JUST LEAVE ME HERE TO DIE