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Nobody is more surprised than me that I didn't like Scandal in Belgravia. In fact, it was a several hour-long process to determine that I didn't like the episode, since I landed in the U.S., promptly fell asleep for 12+ hours on a combination of exhaustion, fever, cold medicine, and general fuck-this-noise-ness, dragged through a groggy Jan. 1, and then woke up the following morning at 3:30 a.m. thinking, "I should really watch Sherlock now." So I did.

Let's start at the very beginning, which I am told by Maria von Trapp is a very good place to start. (Obviously contains spoilers like woah and comprehensively.) )

Overall, this episode had real high points and annoyingly low ones. I'm sure an enormous swath of you disagree, and maybe a few of you were even nodding along at points. No matter what, Sherlock is still, surely, one of the best things I've seen on television of late (hi, Good Wife), hugely ambitious, and masterfully acted, directed, and filmed. It's gorgeous to watch and, at times, infuriatingly addictive despite its flaws. I'll still be glued ass first to the couch for the next episode and the next, and howsoever many they choose to give us after.