Do you ever get so passionate in the heat of the moment that you just have to blog about it?
This is a topic that’s been on my mind a while: Moriarty’s fate in BBC Sherlock.
And yes, many spoilers here if you haven’t read it.
I’m gonna put a bit more space here in case your eyes glaze over it, like most do when reading blog posts.
SPOILERS.
Anyhoo.
So Moriarty kills himself at the end of season two of Sherlock. Yeah. What a mistake. It was as if the writers didn’t know how popular the character would become because they spend the next TWO SEASONS bringing him back in weird ghost forms, to the point where he was more prominently featured in the show after he died than when he was alive.
BBC Sherlock’s version of Moriarty is one of the greatest villains of all time. I would put him either on par or higher than Heath Ledger’s Joker and THAT is high praise, buddy. You could understand his motivations, yet he was a total madman. Andrew Scott’s performance would be the highlight of every episode for me.
And don’t get me wrong, I actually love his death scene and his motivation behind it. He’s so desperate to kill Sherlock’s eternal reputation, that he’d literally kill himself to achieve it. What other villain even comes close to that level of pettiness?
At the end of season three, they introduced a new villain, before quickly killing him as well and teasing MORIARTY’S RETURN.
OH MAN, THAT GOT ME HYPED…
…for one of, if not the biggest let down of my life.
Seriously, this was a bigger let down than when I felt like my dad didn’t love me because I couldn’t play sports. I tried, I really tried.
I asked him to train me one afternoon. We went to the local park and shot some hoops. It could’ve been a great father-son bonding moment, but I just sucked so badly at basketball that the only thing I was left with was the silent disappointment in my father’s eyes.
We would go to the gym every Saturday, where I would routinely underperform in every aspect of the sport possible. I even sucked at simply passing the ball.
On the way home, my dad told me I was grounded from using the computer, since I had a bad attitude about sports. I ran upstairs to my room and cried. I felt trapped. It wasn’t that I had a bad attitude, I was just bad. I wasn’t good enough. And now my dad was punishing me for being physically unable to be the athletic son he’s always wanted. Sigh. At least he has my brothers.
In the Sherlock season four teaser, they show a shot of what is clearly the back of Moriarty’s head. My spirits lifted. HE’S ALIVE! I began chanting like it was Easter.
Then season four actually premiered.
And man, did they do my dirty.
They introduced Moriarty back into the Sherlock universe, alive and well…
…only to reveal it was a flashback MIDWAY into the scene.
Now that is some messed up ish.
Kinda like the time my dad….never mind.
Look, the writers had a good thing going. They had this fantastic villain and a fantastic death scene. Great. But either bring him back to life or leave him dead! Don’t play my heart, fools! The villain in season three was great! I loved him despite not being able to remember his name!
If you were going to toy with my feelings, teasing that he might be alive, then BRING HIM BACK TO LIFE BRO I JUST WANT MORE-RIARTY!
Ugh.
Anyway, I’m still upset about Sherlock. Truly one of the worst moments of my life.
Josh out.