The 12 Days of Blogmas: Day 11

Have I mentioned that I've developed a thing for Jeremy Brett? He played Sherlock Holmes in the Granada (British) television adaptations. And I love him. I have Brett-amania. I want to scream and cry and throw tobacco at him. Or maybe cocaine. He IS Sherlock Holmes, as far as I'm concerned.

Can you believe I've never seen the Basil Rathbone movies?



Which for many people, are definitive.



But there's something so Hollywood's golden age about the lighting and composition of the Rathbone stills I've seen. I like something that evokes the original stories.

And for me, Brett is it. He's AMAZING.

The thing is, he's so intense, he makes Holmes seem crazy. And that's what Holmes should be like, in my opinion.

But attractively crazy, please.

Not to baldly egg-headed, please.

And not like a maniacal store dummy.

And please God, no prequel Holmes who has just reached puberty.

I want him grown up. And suave as hell.

That's better. Am I alone in my lust for Sherlock--especially as played by Jeremy Brett? I mean, the guy was a genius. He was also very modern.

Not that modern.

So ... there you have it. I'm in love with Jeremy Brett as Sherlock Holmes. But I can't find a picture of Jeremy Brett as Sherlock Holmes smoking a pipe. Which means that your 12 pipers piping are ... only OK.

Even this quintessential, iconic Holmes ... doesn't do it for me the way Jeremy can.

(We'll be up at the crack of dawn to drive back to Illinois. And just for you, I'll be looking for drummers at every rest stop.)