Guy Ritchie's triumphant return to not-sucking-quite-so-egregiously reimagines Sherlock Holmes as a slovenly, brutal, drunken superhero whose superpower is noticing stuff and knowing how to punch real good. It's a fucking great time. The film has all of Ritchie's usual slick, gimmicky visuals, but would be nothing without Robert Downey Jr., who I would happily watch dozing in line at the DMV. Instead, Downey spends the duration of Sherlock Holmes kicking ass, doing science experiments in his head, and cracking wise with the beautiful Jude Law. "Why are you always so suspicious?" "Should I answer chronologically or alphabetically?" (See Movie Times: thestranger.com/film.)