Just got finished watching Sherlock Holmes, Series 4, episode 3, “The Final Problem,” and I can say with some certainty that I am done with the show. This used to be one of my all time favorite shows, ever. And it has all been ruined in the span of a few episodes by one man. His name is Steven Moffat.
Let me be clear. Steven Moffat needs to be locked away into his own personal Sherrinford and never again given access to a keyboard.
Moffat is no longer a story teller. He’s an insane man obsessed with being clever. All he cares about is seeing how cleverly he can fold one plot into another into another. One big reality bending plot twist after another. One big personality change after another. Buildings folding into other buildings. Dreams becoming reality. Reality becoming dreams. And maybe you can give the man credit for clever plotting. But he’s no longer telling a Sherlock Holmes story. He’s telling the Let Me Show You How Clever A Writer I Am story.
We’ve seen Moffat ruin Dr Who the exact same way and now he’s ruined Sherlock. And what’s most telling to me is that at the end of “The Final Problem” Moffat sheepishly tries to return his game pieces back to their original positions on the game board. It’s like he realizes he’s gone too far and in the last five minutes he tries to undo all the damage he’s done. But he can’t. The characters are literally picking through the rubble trying to reassemble something approximating their former lives. But they can’t.
If there is a season 5, I won’t be wasting my time if Moffat is the writer.