Sherlock Holmes, true to its original with all the same characters and tropes that keep fans hooked, but with a twist. The famous detective becomes a Godot figure, never actually emerging on stage despite being central to the action.
As an hour of light entertainment, Sherlock Holmes’ Smarter Brother is a real laugh for late night viewing.
Opening in media res in front of the corpse of a murdered father, Tyson ‘Mothafucking’ Jackson has the audience hooked, possessing the same genius that attracts people to Sherlock Holmes, but with an added streetwise, larger-than-life dimension. Jokes leave the audience in stitches and laugh at just about every line emerging from Boatright-Simon’s mouth. Fans of Holmes will also notice consistencies with the books, making the addition of this long-lost half-brother very plausible.
Casual misogyny pervades throughout, worthy of both Sherlock Holmes and James Bond combined. The play is very funny, although maybe too many sex jokes and jibes about how much Jackson stirs up the status quo, at the expense of plot. The acting was in general superb, although the romantic subplot between Jackson and Agnes Jane Pumplechook (Francesca Manzi) lacked conviction. The clash between the emotionally stagnant and repressed British and the lively and often un-PC Jackson is marvellously entertaining. As an hour of light entertainment, Sherlock Holmes’ Smarter Brother is a real laugh for late night viewing.