Cataline Does Not Recommend Enola Holmes

*SPOILER ALERT* I don’t do spoiler alerts.  What happens to you next is your own fault.

There are two rules if you’re going to be playing in some other writers’ backyard. First, you have to respect the rules of the game they invented. Second, you need to clear the bloody rights. Both of which Enola Holmes failed to do. 

The Arthur Conan Doyle estate is suing for infringement now that they know about Enola Holmes’s existence. Technically, Sherlock and Mycroft Holmes are indeed in public domain, however, the last ten stories are still under copyright protection.  The argument that the Doyle estate is making, is that the last ten are the only stories in which Sherlock Holmes’s emotions are mentioned which is the basis for the infringement case against Nancy Springer.  The real-life basis is, of course, that the Doyle estate has money and is willing to file a lawsuit at the drop of a hat. Important note for authors, you are authors, not lawyers. If something is in the public domain but there is an estate that’s saying it isn’t and has the money to take you to court, then it’s not in public domain. 

Also, if you are an author and have the means, then you need to set up an estate to protect your work.  The notoriously sub-talented NK Jemisin has said she is rewriting HP Lovecraft because his writings racism deeply offended to her.  

But getting back to my first point, this movie does not play by the rules that A.C. Doyle setup. They took the world of Sherlock Holmes and rewrote it so that it would be a blunt instrument with which they could smash the Patriarchy. The Patriarchy, as expected, is represented by the suddenly dull-witted Mycroft Holmes. 

Movie opens with Enola riding on a bicycle and turning to face the audience in order to break the 4th wall. It turns out she can’t ride the bicycle all that well. This is supposed to be quirky and endearing, instead of uncoordinated because manic pixie dream girls are required to be clumsy and socially awkward. 

Her name is an anagram for Alone, this is supposed to mean something but doesn’t.

We get a pretty quick montage of Enola’s life at this fairly gigantic English Manor house. The household consists of Enola, her mother, and what has to be the most overworked maid in England. I mean this place is gargantuan, how the hell is one maid supposed to keep it clean? Is her last name Pennyworth perhaps? Is this Alfred’s great grandmother? 

We get to see the girl’s very unconventional education. Apparently, her mother wanted Enola to be an intelligence field officer. Her curriculum consisted of a lot of encryption, hard sciences, and the martial arts.  There was also indoor tennis where she and her mother would break expensive things.  She did not learn anything like social graces, embroidery, or basic marksmanship with a pistol although her mother did teach her to use a bow and arrow.  You get the very strong impression that one autistic woman has been raising another.

So, we observe about five minutes of this teenager’s empowering, you-go-girl upbringing. And then as the trailer informed us, Enola wakes up one morning to find her mother has vanished.  

It eventually turns out her mother went off to London to pursue her lifelong dream of being a terrorist. No, seriously that’s why she disappeared. And the movie completely forgets about the fact that this is usually considered a bad thing. Victorian Lives Matter.

Anyway, Enola informs her older brothers, Mycroft and Sherlock Holmes of their mother’s disappearance. The characters of her brothers are quickly established, Mycroft is the oppressive patriarch (who has about half the IQ points he has in the books) and Sherlock is the sympathetic one with high cheek bones.  Neither one seems to be all that concerned about Mom vanishing.

We get to see the exterior of the house for the first time and it appears to be in considerable disrepair. Honestly, I can understand why Mycroft was pissed off at his mother.  

Here is the first of what will be many asides. The size of this estate indicates that the Holmes family came from money. This is incorrect, they were middle class and probably not upper-middle-class given that Mycroft had to enter government service and the Sherlock was eking out an existence as a private investigator, one so poor that he needed a roommate.

We find out that the older brother inherited the house and is in charge of all of the family’s finances. And that he had graciously allowed his mother to educate their younger sister “privately” instead of sending her to a “public” school. * His mother had also been padding the bills that she had been sending her eldest son. A non-existent house staff, a non-existent governess, Etc, yet clearly, she’d been spending the money on something. At this point, the understandably upset elder Holmes decides that his baby sister needs to be sent to a finishing school. 

We get to meet a firm Scottish headmistress who promptly slaps Enola, (not without reason), to let us know she’s bad. 

At this point, Enola runs off so the movie can start. Truthfully, it’s not a bad first act. It does the job it’s supposed to. 

Enola breaks the 4th wall quite a bit at this point to let us know how clever she is being with her escape plan.   At the rail station, we discover that there is a second run away somewhere around, this one is male. I wonder if he’ll be good looking? Turns out he has hidden himself away in an oversized carpet bag. Now, up to this point, the contrivances were not really terrible but as ridiculous luck would have it, the carpet bag in question is in Enola’s train compartment. 

She is now introduced to her puppy-eyed love interest who is a Viscount and therefore of higher social station than she is.  Plus he comes from money. Naturally, she isn’t interested in any of those things it’s his brilliant and sensitive mind that she finds so intriguing. 

This film is a head-scratcher in a few places. It appears to have an American’s inaccurate view of the British class structure (a hold-over from Nancy Springer?) and yet this film was made by Britts. Tewksbury ran off because his family wants him to join the Army, except that he is heir, and you don’t do that with the heir.

Also, it turns out that someone is trying to kill young Sir Dewy Eyes.

I shall endeavor at this point too present you with the underlying plot. There is a vote that is about to take place in the House of Lords and Enola’s love interest will be the one to cast the deciding vote in favor. This vote is to expand voting rights.  Sinister Forces of Repression are determined to remove him so he can’t cast that vote. The Youngest Holmes is determined to protect him (even though she will never need any man).

However, I’m not entirely sure what voting rights they’re referring to.  The Third Reform Act of 1884 did significantly expand the voting rights of men however voting rights for women didn’t come until after World War One. At one point the teenagers are puttering around in a mid-1890s horseless carriage (with Enola driving, naturally).  Apparently, the producers just made up something because they were inventing history all over the place anyway, so why not there too?

The pity of this movie is that there was a decent story to be found in here somewhere. But it was buried in third-wave feminism. This flick is so busy passing judgment on its own fantasies about the Victorian world that it can’t be bothered to do its job of telling its main story.

I am not unreasonable about historical accuracy. You do need to make some adjustments for modern sensibilities or at least you do for a movie that was originally intended for a mass market. The 1890s was a drastically different world, if you’re too realistic in its depiction; one, your audience is going to be completely grossed out and two, you’re going to spend half your time explaining things that the audience won’t understand. 

However, Enola Holmes spends most of its time condemning a strawman world that it made up.  

Anyway, our heroine gets to London on the trail of her mother, having temporarily parted company with her young man.  

Enola’s deductive skills aren’t quite as good as Sherlock’s. She memorized an address her mother sent a number of letters to, so she went there. It was a women’s dojo run by a black woman.

They got the Victorian martial arts wrong too. Having a women’s dojo in Victorian London was silly but women’s selfdefense classes in that period were not completely unknown. So, if you going to go there, then you should embrace the suck and have her teaching her students Bartitsu, not Jujitsu. Bartitsu is even in the original books and if you want to see a decent example of it watch the bar fight in the Kingsman.  Cane fighting is a big component of it and would have made more sense for a Victorian girl with a parasol. But then Enola never had a parasol because it’s a symbol of patriarchal oppression, or at least I assume it is because everything else in this movie was.

This establishes that Enola can fight and at least it’s an explanation for it.  You don’t get those much anymore and I cherish them when they come my way. So in this case I will force myself to overlook the fundamental ridiculousness of a women’s dojo in 1890s London.

After talking to her former sensei, she decides to stop looking for her mother for reasons and goes off to find her love-interest having finally remembered that he is in danger and only she can protect him. Since he looks to be about 40 pounds soaking wet this more believable than you would think. 

As he has a rabid interest in botany and floriculture, she deduces (or rather guesses) that she can find him at the London flower market. Where he has been living a happy plebeian existence selling flowers. The fact that he wants to be poor is proof that he is a very good person at heart. Or given that he wants to be poor in Victorian London, it’s proof that he’s insane. 

Their relationship builds for a little bit on the basis of one of those and then Enola is captured. 

I must confess, I failed miserably at the popular Hollywood game of Who’s Black Now? I thought it for sure it would be Mrs. Hudson or the Irregulars but they weren’t in this movie.  There was a decent chance it was Watson, but he wasn’t in it either. Turned out it was Inspector Lestrade. 1890s Scotland Yard was startlingly progressive.  

Enola’s mother raised her to be an autistic rebel.  Naturally, her hell on Earth was being sent to a finishing school.  Now, this school is supposed to be super evil, but it is shockingly progressive in its own right. There are black and Asian girls attending this 19th-century bulwark of Victorianism. We get to see Enola not fitting in and being taught useless skills like embroidery, eating with a spoon, and embroidery. She is also taught how to laugh because Victorian girls didn’t know how to do that without instruction.

This is supposed to be Enola’s long dark teatime of the soul, the low point of her story before she suddenly rallies and goes off to finish her tale at the climax. The long dark teatime of the soul is always ended by the moment of clarity, which in this case was provided by a visit from Sherlock. 

After Sherlock’s visit, her boyfriend conveniently chooses that moment to break her out of Miss Umbridge’s school for wayward teenage protagonists. 

They go to the Viscount’s family estate. Where they have the final run-in with the thug who had been chasing both of them throughout the movie. And Enola straight up kills him. Up until now, we had thought that it was the boy’s uncle who wanted to murder him and then take his place in the House of Lords and of course vote against the progressive measure. However, it turned out it was the sympathetic grandmother that we’d met earlier who decides to kill her own grandson. In the name of refusing women the vote? 

I mean the thug probably should have reported back to the grandmother, “look the kid just wants to sell flowers. If we leave him there, no problem, no dead body and you don’t have to murder your grandson. You know I’m just throwing that out there as a possibility for you.”

“No,” she probably replied, “I’ve already murdered my own son, so let’s be thorough about this. You know I don’t like to leave things half tended to.” 

Back to my Plot Summary, grandma shoots the teenage love interest but she is touchingly grief-stricken about this. Millie Bobby Brown gets to have a really good on-screen crying jag.  

The kid is a natural, I’ll give that to her. She can certainly act better than Jennifer Lawrence.

It will surprise you to learn that this was almost a Recommends with Reservations. This film did indeed have its pretty good moments, unfortunately, it also had its cringe moments and they outweighed the good.  

But if they had let her first love die… If they had allowed Enola to fail. I would have had to have given it a higher rating.  It would have made this a much better film. It would have made Enola, alone. This would also have given her character a catalyst moving forward.  She had failed once and massively when it really counted at a very young age. Very well, it will never happen again

But of course, her teenage love interest was wearing an armor plate beneath his vest. Because Mary-Sues can’t ever fail.

The rest is just denouement.  Her mom comes for a visit and explains things. Enola fails to remonstrate with her mother about being a terrorist. She sees her boyfriend again and breaks the 4th wall one last time.  Film over.

Credit where it’s due Millie Bobby Brown was a good choice for her role.  Likely, the film only got made because she’s the right age to do it.

The evil Scottish headmistress was pretty decent. Despite the fact that her character was written to be cardboard flat. Fiona Shaw let you know there was a human being hiding in there. One that had been badly hurt in her life and this was how she had reacted to that.

Henry Cavil on the other hand was poorly cast as Sherlock Holmes.  He’s too pretty for the part.  Holmes is gaunt and hawk-like. And while I’ve very much liked Cavil’s performances before, he was just wooden this time out.  It felt like the director didn’t want to work with him.  Which means he thought that Cavil was wrong for the part too.  So who thought he was right for it?  Well, two of the producers are named, Millie Bobby Brown and Paige Brown. If a teenage girl and her mother had some say in casting, it might explain why a profoundly handsome man who was completely wrong for the part got hired. 

Its worst issue was indeed it’s breaking of the 4th wall. Yes, the book was told in the first person but that is no reason to try and make the movie first-person.  The medium is the message and film is simply and obviously a different medium from a book.

The 4th wall problem is actually a pretty easy fix. Just give Enola her own Watson. Instead of explaining things to the audience, she could explain them to her plucky friend.

Full disclosure, I’m making this movie sound worse than it actually is. As I said before it had its moments. There were times where I was engaged with Enola and her world. But then something ultra-cringe would happen in the name of smashing the Patriarchy and it would take me out of the story completely. 

Consequently…

Cataline Does Not Recommend. 

UPDATE: Minor correction. The movie appears to have taken place in 1899.

*In case you were curious that is where the British term for what we would call “private school” came from

11 thoughts on “Cataline Does Not Recommend Enola Holmes

  1. A women’s dojo definitely is anachronistic for London during the 1890s (though the Bartitsu Club, which featured jiujitsu as a major component, did open in 1899 and was open to women). A genuine women-only dojo did exist in that city during the period 1909-1913; it was run by Edith Garrud, who also trained the covert Bodyguard Society that was assigned to protect the leaders of the radical Suffragette movement.

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  2. It’s a shame media companies have to make yet another tired, wokeified, anachronistic version of a popular franchise. If you want to make a movie or TV series about a 19th Century female detective, do one about Kate Warne:

    She was a real life figure who joined the Pinkerton Detective Agency and worked as a spy during the Civil War. The story even has a built-in Patriarchal villain in the figure of Allen Pinkerton’s brother, who hated the idea of women detectives. I wouldn’t trust today’s wokeified Hollywood to do the subject justice, but maybe someday, a decent adaptation will be made.

    P.S. If you’re looking for a good prequel to the Sherlock Holmes franchise, watch “Young Sherlock Holmes.” It plays fast and loose with the canon (It shows Holmes and Watson as teens meeting up at a boarding school) but it’s done well and has that nice scary edge that a lot of mid-80’s movies for kids had. Also, it also doesn’t pull punches with romantic interest deaths, so that’s another aspect of it that you will like.

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  3. Best of all, there’s Miyazaki et al.’s “Sherlock Hound”. Really lovely animation despite being pared back for a T. V. series budget, the actors doing the dub sound right, and the plots are reasonably Watsonian. Charming entertainment on for the entire Sergius brood. Free (and legal) on YouTube.

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  4. Having seen the movie and now read your review, I prefer your review.

    “After Sherlock’s visit, her boyfriend conveniently chooses comes to break her out of Miss Umbridge’s school for wayward teenage protagonists. ”

    Aheh.

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    1. Unspecified. But it involved a lot of bombs and grenades.

      Presumably, anarchist targets of the 1890s.

      She never got around to actually doing it, because Enola saved her boyfriend and thus the “reform bill.”

      And Enola never got around to saying, “murdering innocent people is an evil thing, Mother.”

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  5. Why does everybody decide it’s okay to “trade” clothes with A WOMAN for 5 pounds? (That’s about 600 pounds in today’s money, apparently, so that’s a pretty good deal, but she’s really spending money like water, and she only has a wad of cash rather than an actual income.)

    I finally gave the “heave ho” to my suspension of disbelief as Enola-sue and BoyToy were escaping in the automobile:

    Of course she knows how to start it…. and it starts on the first try, without her having to mess with the choke or other problems of pre-electric starter automobile engines. Of course, it was never established earlier in the film (not even in a training flashback) that she has ever had any training or experience.

    Of course she knows how to operate the throttle, without ever having done so before. Of course she not only know how to STEER the blamed thing, with a tiller (which takes a much more delicate touch than a wheel), but naturally CAN steer it, without ever having physically built up the muscle memory to do so, on the notoriously bad, muddy, rutted road of late Victorian England.

    And it’s a three wheeled vehicle, which are not easy to keep upright. Three wheel ATVs are quite easy to flip over, and they are much lower to the ground, unlike this much higher vehicle.

    As they giggle and laugh down the road, nobody chases them down on horses? The school she is escaping from has NO staff/servants available to bring back wayward girls who are the source of income for the school?

    How easy it would have been– and much more realistic– for her to have to mess with the engine for a bit, getting it started and going JUST in the nick of time, then wobble and weave 100 yards down the road, frightening off the horses of her pursuers, before turning it over into a roadside ditch.
    Then they would have to go out and nick some horses (plus saddle, plus tack) in order to complete their escape.

    The near-death scene of Marquess de LoveInterest:

    Enola-sue kills a man with her special trick (Chekov’s gun strikes again!)… and has no reaction to it. At all. Even the audience is meant to forget about the dead man just lying there, bleeding all over the floor. She must be autistic, or else her mother trained her to be a stone-cold killer.

    Grandmother is a decent shot– where did she learn to shoot, being a female of her generation? And she probably had to reload that gun she picked up earlier. Good thing she knows how, and is carrying the ammunition for it!
    Then the scene just goes on for AGES and AGES… for a couple of minutes it seems, while grandma stands there and Enola-sue cries, before Marquess de PrettyBoy stands up. Why is everybody just standing around emoting (or not, as Grandma seems pretty stoic)?
    And Grandma doesn’t shoot him AGAIN as he lies or stands there? She had plenty of time to reload, and to make sure the job is done right.

    Not to mention the whole idea of a teenage girl her age actually being able to live safely in London of the 1890s? I’m sure her jujitsu keeps her safe from procurers, pimps, rapists and the like… (*eyeroll*) Her landlady/ landlord is okay with this, I suppose, since the girl is spending money like water… And she can buy food, fuel, etc…

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  6. Update: about halfway through the first book, “The Case of the Missing Marquess”. The writing is good, but the plot and reshaping of the Holmes main characters is awful. That explains the estate’s lawyers and a lawsuit.

    Mycroft Holmes inherited, put their mother on an allowance and allowed her life privileges to live on the estate. So far, so good, but … NOT FAIR TO EMPOWERED WAHMEN!

    Mycroft Holmes gave an allowance to raise baby sister, educate her as a young country lady, now adds boarding school for best marriage prospects. Properly Victorian, but … NOT FAIR TO EMPOWERED WAHMEN!

    Mycroft Holmes played as a dull-witted walrus. No. Sherlock Holmes meets the younger sister they recall from 10 years ago, notices the hoyden, listens to her ideas but dismisses her out of hand. No. The two of them see Mother has scarpered, and from the falsified accounts has probably embezzled a great deal of money, leaving a tomboy behind on the girl’s 14th birthday. Neither has the sense to immediately begin investigating the house, interview the butler/housekeeper, and then keep Baby Sister under close watch? No.

    Inspector Lestrade appears, encounters a (Mrs.) Enola Holmes who looks rather young and claims to be a widow of a distant relative. He stupidly lets her go off without a constable for escort or without detaining her to meet her erstwhile cousin and compare notes on the Missing Marquess? No.

    From the book jacket:

    “Combining her early love of these (Arthur Conan Doyle) mysteries with another empowered female character to her readers, Mrs. Springer created Enloa Holmes, much younger sister of her favorite childhood detective.”

    Empower me for the check, please.

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