Film

The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes

Name: The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes
Genre: Mystery, Crime, Comedy
Released: 1970
Cast: Robert Stephens, Colin Blakely, Geneviève Page, Christopher Lee, Tamara Toumanova

Billy Wilder strips the deerstalker myth down to something sadder and stranger: a Holmes worn out by his own legend, quietly heartbroken, more interested in unsolvable griefs than clever murders. The mystery — involving Loch Ness, dwarves, and a missing husband — matters less than the mood: elegiac, dry, gorgeously shot. For anyone who wants Holmes as a person rather than a brand.

TMDb rating

6.8

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