RDJ and the whole Holmes movie was turned up way too loud. Everything was set on eleven. There was no subtlety, no contrast. Even 221B was a friggin' mansion with Watson's offices set into it, instead of a modest town home, and a rooming house at that. Sheesh.
RDJ, you are a beautiful, brilliant man, but no. Not Holmes. Some other thing, but not Holmes. And your eyes are black. *g*
I'll take Brett, and be Benedict's Cumberbitch.
Also Bad-Ass Martin Freeman! I could totally picture him in the ring, here. Ben, not so much. Seems too whiny and pouty to enjoy taking a blow to his beautiful, heart-shaped kisser.