The third of the Universal Sherlock Holmes series, SHERLOCK HOLMES IN
WASHINGTON is a frustrating experience. Although it
takes too long for Holmes to enter the story, the setup is clever:
a British spy on a train, knowing he has been made by enemies, manages
to talk to and touch everybody in the car so that his adversaries won't
know which one now unknowingly carries some important documents. Later,
at
a party, the camera follows some microfilm, hidden in a book of
matches, as it travels from guest to guest, nobody aware of its true
value. This scene is almost Hitchcockian, with the focus
purely
on the McGuffin (nowhere in the film is it ever mentioned what is on
the microfilm).
But SHERLOCK HOLMES
IN WASHINGTON features
a Dr. Watson who borders on mentally handicapped, and Holmes treats him
so. Except for the second half of the film, when Watson
suddenly
saves the day, without sticking his foot in a bucket of water or
electrocuting himself, and even manages to kill one of the bad
guys. Nigel Bruce is superb at playing a befuddled character,
but
he was even better when they allowed Dr. Watson to have half a
brain. There are also times when the film becomes a
travelogue,
as Holmes and Watson are driven around Washington, marveling at the
back projections and stock footage. Holmes films are usually
better when they are centered in London, whether 19th century or World
War II London. Sherlock Holmes in Washington is like Harry
Potter
at NYU. It just doesn't feel right.
½