“Mycroft, Mrs. Hudson and even Det. Inspector Lestrade (Rupert Graves), originally crafted almost purely for exposition, are all granted a depth and freedom that adds, in turn, to the complexity of the central character. But it’s Watson who benefits the most, with Freeman capturing the careful balance of fascination, irritation, admiration and love with a subtle mastery that, in the 11th hour, saves the season’s final episode from all its necessary contrivances.
It is Watson who reminds us, as he always did, that it wasn’t the monograms on cigarette ash or the specialized knowledge of London’s various topsoils that made Holmes such an enduring character. It was the man who delighted in disguises, who got bored and shot holes in his wall, who steadfastly admired the woman who bested him. It was never the brain, or the hat, that made the man; it was the brief but undeniable flashes of his humanity.”
Awesome. Couldn’t have said it better myself.
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From the L.A Times' review of "Sherlock" season two:
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