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May. 17th, 2004 11:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
froodleSo, I'm watching Case of Evil, avoiding doing any work, the usual thing, and it suddenly occurs to me:
No, not 'Why didn't James D'Arcy get smacked in the face with a cutlass', you heartless bastards.
That scene at the very begining where Tom, I mean, Sherlock, is fencing with good ol' Napolean-o-Crime (which incidentally, would be such a cool name for a resturant) and Moriaty says "I see you've been practising. *smirk* Clearly not with your brother..." and James D'Arcy freezes and looks all hurt.
I mean, once you've seen a couple of the flashbacks and actually met Mycroft, it makes sense, but at the time, Moriaty's comment comes across as the Victorian equivilent of 'Haha, you're brother is a fat bastard'. Which I admit, would earn you a punch in the face, but still.
Weird.
No, not 'Why didn't James D'Arcy get smacked in the face with a cutlass', you heartless bastards.
That scene at the very begining where Tom, I mean, Sherlock, is fencing with good ol' Napolean-o-Crime (which incidentally, would be such a cool name for a resturant) and Moriaty says "I see you've been practising. *smirk* Clearly not with your brother..." and James D'Arcy freezes and looks all hurt.
I mean, once you've seen a couple of the flashbacks and actually met Mycroft, it makes sense, but at the time, Moriaty's comment comes across as the Victorian equivilent of 'Haha, you're brother is a fat bastard'. Which I admit, would earn you a punch in the face, but still.
Weird.
