The challenge this time comes in keeping Holmes's restlessness from bleeding over into the picture's other aspects, something that director Guy Ritchie managed to rein in well in the first movie but allows infecting here. It's a mistake. Part of what made Sherlock Holmes
work so well was allowing the character's bohemian energy, so anathema to the period, and so often absent of even the best filmic interpretations, to run amok in the staid London streets. But when mania overtakes those streets in the wake of "anarchist" bombings, it dampens Holmes's eccentricities.