I would love nothing more in the world than to move to England and find people with whom it would be alright to talk about Harry Potter and the Lord of the Rings and Music and Merlin and Supernatural and Skins and Being Human and Doctor Who and Sherlock and Vampire Diaries and Misfits all day. And not necessarily in that order.
#I’ve just noticed #Sherlock’s little tremble #the gun shakes in his hand #nononojohnwhatareyoudoing #and that look #the fucking look of fear #his whole face softened #he’s panicking again #ugh i just keep watching it #can we not #asdfghjkjhgfdsasdfghjhgfdsa
If you didn’t know who he is you’d think he’s a sad, depressed, lonely man sitting on a rooftop.
that’s exactly what he is, especially when you know who he is:
“I wanted to show little glimpses of Moriarty’s vulnerability…you got to see that towards the very end, when we realize he’s going to kill himself. He’s a very desolate, very lonely, very unhappy person.” (x)
I feel like that’s the result of Andrew playing one of the most infamous antagonists of all time, because everyone is looking to him for ‘the bad guy stuff’, as they should. Andrew delivered that immaculately - BUT!! He also slipped in softer moments that still remain true to Moriarty’s original chameleon persona. Yes, he’s funny, and playful, and seven levels of naughty, but he’s ALSO lonely, and miserable, and as empty as can be behind it all. You’re dealing with one of his multiple masks, or voices, or roles at any given time. He is all of these things simultaneously, not individually. Excluding any of them robs him a little of the unique complexity that’s been eating away at him all his life in the first place.
You can’t be that intelligent and, therefore, that bored by everything the world has to offer without it taking a toll on you, especially when your pool of peers who relates to this burden is already small. Add in an insatiable desire for a distraction from it all that reaches levels beyond ‘dangerous’, and an interest range that only responds to all that is bizarre and clever and strange in this world, his options for people who could possibly understand him in his entirety was limited to one other individual, which is a pretty sad, depressing, and lonely situation in and of itself (especially since it took over twenty years for a confirmation from that one person who, for a minute there, almost proved himself to not be that equal party he’s been hoping for). This doesn’t take away from Moriarty’s antagonistic side in the story line, or anything ‘villainous’ he did on our screens. It only enhances it and, in his particular case, fueled it.