But I just need to say: If you’re going to make a movie about a character whose most famous trait is his ability to spot every detail, however minute, you should take note of the following:

It’s three miles from Westminster to Tower Bridge. A good hour’s walk. Yet in this flick, a few minutes of tramping in the very sewers traipsed by Guy Fawkes led to a magically instant arrival on the other side of town.

Stuff like this usually irritates me in movies set in L.A., because as an Angeleno I can tell you for sure that every movie you see where somebody manages to cross huge swaths of L.A. in record time (Lethal Weapon, Point Break, 2012, every incarnation of Terminator) is nothing but a pack of lies. I never thought they’d pull this with London, although it shouldn’t surprise me too much as hardly anybody would notice/care about this egregious geographic error without being familiar with Zone 1. The only reason I can’t forgive it is that it’s in a freaking movie about Sherlock Holmes, which should inspire an OCD level of attention to detail. Bad script editor, that’s a bad boy! No snacks for you!

But honestly, apart from that the movie was great. This has been your friendly neighborhood nerdy nit picker with a useless dissection of a work of blatant fiction.

I could go on, but you get the idea.

This has been your friendly neighborhood robot with a public service message about the socially awkward.