I will admit: last month when my girlfriend started swooning and gushing over the BBC series Sherlock, telling me that “you have to watch this!” my internalized reaction was something akin to “oh geeeeez… NOT another Sherlock Holmes adaptation.”

No disrespect intended but seriously: how many times can one go to 221 B. Baker Street and not know what to expect?  I’ve probably watched all the Sherlock Holmes movies with Basil Rathbone, along with 1985’s Young Sherlock Holmes (does John Lasseter’s computer-animated stained-glass knight still astound, or what?) and everything in between.  Even The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes’ Smarter Brother.  Be it straight adaptation or screwball comedy, when it comes to Holmes I’ve seen it all.

But Kristen wanted to share that weekend together watching the six episodes comprising Seasons 1 and 2 of Sherlock.  Quietly resigned to anticipating nothing to write home about, I settled ...