…all over the world, all over the internet right now…
It makes me feel so fucking proud to be his fan.
Who has given the best performance on television over the past few years? Jon Hamm? Bryan Cranston? Damian Lewis? Michael C. Hall?
No. Cumberbatch, damn you. Cumberbatch as Sherlock.
Here is what I love about Cumberbatch as Sherlock. First of all, I love the dancerly way he moves. I love his physical flourishes. The way he punctuates his movements. It is all so consciously actorly. And that is the whole point of the character right? Sherlock is always performing. How much pain and sadness is he hiding behind those consciously flamboyant mannerisms, the boyish petulance, the deliberately over-the-top smartest-guy-in-any-imaginable-room arrogance? That’s the real mystery of the show. Not who killed some dame and took her pink cell phone.
Cumberbatch attacks this character with almost gluttonous relish. It’s like watching a fat man joyously assault a plate of fried chicken but without the disgust. Cumberbatch has more fun playing Sherlock than any human being should have doing anything. He makes acting seem greater than the greatest sex that has ever been had. But even more importantly? He makes smartness sexy as hell.
This is why I love Cumberbatch as Sherlock. WARNING: I AM ABOUT TO PREACH. In our culture right now stupidity and especially male stupidity tends to be glorified. Everything is about dumbing down especially when it comes to portrayals of maleness. It’s like you can’t be a real man unless your entire life centers around the three Bs: beer, boobs and book-ignoring. Cumberbatch’s performance in Sherlock says eff that. It says the smartest guy in the room is also the sexiest guy in the room. Especially if he is already possibly the sexiest guy in the room anyway.