"Airplanes are beautiful, cursed dreams, waiting for the sky to swallow them up."
—The Wind Rises, Hayao Miyazaki.
—W. B. Yeats, The Second Coming.
A couple more days to the end of Sherlock S3. Don’t know if my heart is ready for it. The past two episodes have created so many wonderful moments between John and Sherlock—almost as if the writers are building it all up for a huge fall (no pun intended). If the past two seasons are any indicator, we’re in for one hell of an emotional episode. Pretty much every S3 theory out there concludes that Mary only has 90mins left in the series. I can’t help but agree, what with the new (potential) baby and all. Poor John. /:
How do you live up to nearly 2 years of hype and countless theories on how your eponymous character comes back to life after jumping off a building? Simple—you acknowledge all your fans and all their crazy theories, pander to all their shipping, give them all what they want to see, and then some. Felt less like a Sherlock episode than a compilation of Tumblr’s fanfic, but there were some great moments—Sherlock getting hit in the face repeatedly by John, Mrs Hudson never being quite convinced that John is straight, Mycroft and Sherlock in Baker Street trying to outdo each other in their little game of deduction. Hopefully, though, I’ll get to see more of the mystery-solving, witty Sherlock that I love, seeing how that was what sold the series to me in the first place. Can’t wait for the next episode. ^^
Less than 48 hours to BBC Sherlock’s Season 3 release. I’ve waited far too long for this. Can’t breathe. Can barely contain my excitement. Trying my darnest not to squeal like a little boy.