Sherlock 3x01: The Empty Hearse

"Oh Please, Killing me, That's so Two Years Ago."

Nel giro di 2 interminabili anni di iato, Sherlock ha attraversato la linea che separa uno show di successo da un vero e proprio fenomeno mondiale: scritto da Mark Gatiss, il primo episodio della terza serie The Empty Hearse riesce comunque a non soccombere sotto il peso delle aspettative sfruttandolo piuttosto a suo vantaggio, per chiamare in causa proprio gli stessi spettatori che hanno regalato alla serie fama e fortuna.

Sherlock, la terza serie finalmente in onda sulla BBC

Quale miglior modo di iniziare il nuovo anno di mettersi comodi sul divano per gustarsi in tranquillità la propria serie preferita? La BBC sembra non avere alcun dubbio in merito alla solidità del suo palinsesto delle feste, ma dato che ad aprire il 2014 sarà proprio la terza serie di Sherlock, attesissimo cult che vedrà Benedict Cumberbatch e Martin Freeman ritornare nei rispettivi panni di Sherlock Holmes e John Watson, possiamo ben comprendere l' assoluta fiducia del Canale nell'affetto e della dedizione del pubblico.

My dear Watson

"I moved my head to look at the cabinet behind me. When I turned again, Sherlock Holmes was standing smiling at me across my study table. I rose to my feet, stared at him for some seconds in utter amazement, and then it appears that I must have fainted for the first and the last time in my life. Certainly a gray mist swirled before my eyes, and when it cleared I found my collar-ends undone and the tingling after-taste of brandy upon my lips. Holmes was bending over my chair, his flask in his hand. "My dear Watson," said the well-remembered voice, "I owe you a thousand apologies. I had no idea that you would be so affected." I gripped him by the arms. "Holmes!" I cried. "Is it really you? Can it indeed be that you are alive? Is it possible that you succeeded in climbing out of that awful abyss?"

"Wait a moment," said he. "Are you sure that you are really fit to discuss things? I have given you a serious shock by my unnecessarily dramatic reappearance."

"I am all right, but indeed, Holmes, I can hardly believe my eyes. Good heavens! to think that you -- you of all men -- should be standing in my study." Again I gripped him by the sleeve, and felt the thin, sinewy arm beneath it. "Well, you're not a spirit anyhow," said I. "My dear chap, I'm overjoyed to see you. Sit down, and tell me how you came alive out of that dreadful chasm."

He sat opposite to me, and lit a cigarette in his old, nonchalant manner.[...] Holmes looked even thinner and keener than of old, but there was a dead-white tinge in his aquiline face which told me that his life recently had not been a healthy one."

Arthur Conan Doyle

The Adventure of The Empty House