Women got the vote (in the U.S. and UK) about 100 years ago. Why is this an issue now? Couldn't the producers of this barely entertaining film have come up with a better hook on which to hang the plot? Stopping a serial killer or foiling a heist of the Bank of England, for example. The only redeeming value of this film is the presence of a semi-grownup Millie Bobby Brown who isn't bleeding from the nostrils. The actor who plays Mycroft Holmes is too small by far for the part. And the writers portray a Sherlock Holmes who lacks the perception and wit of the classic character. Enola's asides to the audience are meant to be cute -- and even funny, perhaps -- but they are neither. So, this is a film to see if your taste runs to irrelevant "message" movies.
Review of Enola Holmes
