Young Sherlock Holmes

I’m going on a movie kick.  A particular movie kick.  Young Sherlock Holmes, to be specific.  I love that movie.  I want to see it again soon.  Maybe tomorrow.  I’m off work.  I can’t believe how much I still remember of the movie.  Like, the scene where Watson and Holmes first meet in the school.

Watson: Stop!  Isn’t it valuable?

Holmes: What’s more important is value of my sanity.  I should have mastered the damn thing by now.

Watson: How long have you been playing?

Holmes: Three days.

Watson: (smiles) Then perhaps you shoud be patient.

Holmes: (Looks at him) You’re the new boy.

Watson: Yes, I transferred here from another school.  My name’s-

Holmes: Wait.  Let me.

(Watson self-consciously wonders what Holmes is scrutinizing him for)

Your name is James Watson, you’re from the north of England, your father is a doctor, you spend a considerable amount of letter time writing . . .  and you have a particular fondness for custard tarts.

Watson: (Indignant) My name isn’t James, it’s John.

Holmes: Oh, James, John, what’s the difference?

Watson: A great deal!

Holmes: All right.  So your name is John.  How did I do on the others?

Watson: You are correct.  On every count.  How is it done?  Is it some sort of Magic trick?

Holmes: (Laughs)  No, no magic, Watson.  Pure and simple deduction. 

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Okay, that’s about all I can type on it.  I know more, but I’m sick of typing ‘Holmes’ and ‘Watson’ before each line.  I’m about the only person I know who has actually seen that movie, too.  Besides Mike, anyway.  And I showed it to Ryan, but I don’t think he paid much attention to it.

I know all the obscure movies.  Like, Baron Munchausen.  Who, if anybody, has ever heard of that?  I loved my senior year, because we watched it in my Lit class that year.  I was the only person in the room who had any idea what the heck was going on.  I love that movie.  I think I saw it for the first time when I was about ten?  And we had to do an essay on it.  People were coming up to me, asking advice on what to write and stuff.  It was funny.

You know, I gotta bring Rubik’s Race to the next Eli’s thing.  That would be really, really funny.  I’d love to verse anyone who thinks they could beat me.  Lol.  I remember people in my crafts class thinking they could.  George Cumella finally beat me with, like, a thirty second head start?  Something like that.  It was great.

You know another movie I love that nobody really, has ever seen?  Singin’ in the Rain.  I can still recite the car conversation between Don Lockwood and Kathy Seldon.  I love that.  “Farwell, Ethel Barrymore!  I must tear myself from your side!”  >RIP<  (Kathy Seldon starts laughing hysterically.)  It’s great.  I love it.  I must go watch these movies now . . .