A feel of deja vu and very familiar visual language has haunted me from the very beginning of Guy Ritchie's Sh. H. And lo! This is your Vidocq http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0164961/ re-made for easier watching and general entertainment feel. A chunk of stale rye bread pureed with water for recycling by lowest denominator. Why make some sort of a comic-book-shot-on-film-stock junk out from an amazing material is beyond comprehension. In a sense this movie is mildly entertaining. You don't believe a second that's the happenings on the screen have a remotest connection to life in England or elsewhere on this planet. It's like Readers digest for someone who has great difficulties getting words out of letters. Kids stuff without any meaningful content. I have nothing against that, but Why Oh Why they named it Sherlock Holmes. Poor Arthur. They robbed you...