Okay, a brilliant, but torn and drug addled genius, supported by an even-minded rational doctor pal, and a sexy woman who is sometimes his ally, sometimes his nemesis, solve a seeming impossible mystery.

Yes, this movie was basically a super-sized episode of House.

Downey's painted-on English accent was only the start of how miscast he was in this role. If you're going to re-cast Arthur Conan Doyle's sleuth as an action hero, at least cast someone who doesn't sissy-punch with the side of his fist. A real punch lands the proximal phalanges, between the second and third knuckles, flatly on the surface to be impacted.

Yes, the art direction and special effects were breathtaking, but a decent video game these days has similar effects. I walked away very underwhelmed.

Sorry Guy! In the sequel, cast Hugh Laurie. At least he'd probably be able to land a punch.