Showing posts with label John Hannah. Show all posts
Showing posts with label John Hannah. Show all posts

Thursday, February 14, 2013

John Hannah and Sherlock Holmes Play With Drugs


The movie, “The Seven-Per-Cent Solution,” portrays a Sherlock Holmes so befuddled by drugs that Watson is able to trick him into traveling to Austria, in order to be cured by the great Sigmund Freud.  The TV series “Elementary” takes a different look at the connection between Sherlock Holmes and drug usage.  Watson, a former surgeon, lives with him in New York City as a sober companion, forcing Holmes, fresh out of drug rehabilitation, to attend meetings for former addicts.  Of course, while he is learning to live without relying on drugs, Holmes also consults with the NYPD on their most perplexing cases.

In last week’s episode, “A Giant Gun, Filled With Drugs,” a former drug dealer, Rhys (pronounced “Reese,” and played by our good friend John Hannah, from "The Mummy: Tomb of the Dragon Emperor") shows up at Holmes’ apartment.  His daughter has been kidnapped, and Holmes immediately bursts into action, evaluating all available evidence.  Watson asks Rhys how he’s “keeping it together,” and Rhys says that he’s observed Holmes back in London.  He watched Holmes draw conclusions from seemingly random data at superhuman speed, and responds with a smile, “I believe in Sherlock Holmes.” 


Rhys is under a deadline to pay the ransom demand, and when complications ensue, he begins to question his unswerving faith.  He tells Holmes, “I’m proud of you.  It must be like trying to relearn the piano after a stroke, doing what you do, without the drugs.”  Holmes says “Ridiculous,” and asserts that he’s engaged in a deductive science.  “Drugs are a hindrance, not a help.”  But Rhys says that part of what Holmes does, making connections, involves the creative and artistic side of his brain.  “Some artists need the drugs to fuel the creative stuff,” he tells Holmes.  Rhys argues that some artists, such as rock musicians, have often produced their best work while under the influence.  


After a particularly troubling setback, Rhys offers Holmes cocaine.  Holmes, enraged, hurls Rhys into a chair.  “You’ve needed it these last two days,” Rhys tells him.  “Listen to the rubbish you’ve been spouting.  That’s not you; that’s not Sherlock Holmes.  This is some ghost of you, some pale imitation.  You need your meds, get yourself right.”  

There may be some truth to Rhys’ assertion.  Some drugs may temporarily boost a person’s creativity.  Sadly, in the long term, we also know that they damage the brain.  As Rhys suggests, some artists, after going sober, have found it difficult to equal the quality of their earlier, drug-influenced work.  Imagine what that must feel like, to listen or look at something you created, something you made, and wonder if you’ll ever achieve that level of performance or brilliance again.  Up until now, Holmes has steadfastly denied the necessity of Watson’s role in his life.  While forced to attend meetings for former addicts, he has refused to share his own experiences with drugs.  But at the end of the episode, he asks Watson if they can delay dinner so he can attend one such meeting.  He says that he wants to share his experience, saying off-hand, “Others may find inspiration in my abstinence.”

I’ve provided a link at the bottom, so you can watch the episode if you like.  For those who prefer not to, know that Holmes validates Rhys’ faith in him.  When Rhys tells Holmes, one last time, “I believe in ya,” he’s not saying he believes in The Man-Plus-Drugs.  This time, he really believes in Sherlock Holmes.

Believe in yourself.

Dragon Dave

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"Elementary" airs on CBS on Thursday evenings.  I'll be watching tonight's episode.  How about you?

Monday, February 4, 2013

Jet Li and John Hannah Play With Fire



In “The Mummy: Curse of the Dragon Emperor,” Jet Li plays the title role of Emperor Han.  Once he is resurrected, he not only has the ability to transform his personal appearance, but he can also control the elements, including fire.  In one scene, the script calls for Emperor Han to summon fire with his hands, then form a ball of fire in the air between them.  In order to achieve this, the special effects crew dipped Jet Li’s hands in transparent goo, and then lit them with a butane torch.  Supposedly this is safe enough: as long as the actor’s hands don’t feel warm, he’s in no danger.  Indeed, the production got the shot they wanted, and then shot Jet Li’s hands with a fire extinguisher, smothering the flames before they could injure him.  During post-production, the special effects people enhanced these flames, and added the fireball that the Emperor summons in the movie.

Jet Li has been in countless movies.  He risks injury every time he performs a stunt.  But no process is entirely safe, and accidents--sometimes tragic ones--occur on film sets, just as they do in real life.  So be honest when you consider this question.  Could you dip your hands in this goo, allow the production crew to light your hands with a butane torch, and then perform your scene with the utmost concentration, while real flames are burning away at your precious, irreplaceable palms and fingers? 

At the museum in Shanghai, a group of Chinese soldiers reawaken the Emperor Han.  They then flee in his chariot, drawn by the Terracotta/mummy-horses that have also been reawakened.  Rick and Evelyn O’Connell give chase in a truck filled with fireworks, along with Evelyn’s brother Jonathan (played by John Hannah).  Then a firework shoots at Jonathan, and sets his rear end ablaze.

In order to achieve this shot, the special effects crew wrapped the actor’s lower torso in protective material.  His pants went over this.  The crew then ignited John Hannah's butt, and the director ordered the fireworks truck to race off through the narrow streets of 1940s Shanghai.  Consider, for a moment, John Hannah's plight if something had gone wrong.  Imagine being sent to the hospital, to seek the aid of a qualified surgeon, and hearing him say…

“Excuse me?  You need a skin graft where?”

I've often thought it'd be nice to be an actor.  I could handle lounging around in my trailer all day until the director needed me for a particular scene.  I think I could be talked into attending the glamorous award ceremonies.  After those insufferable post-awards parties, I could fly off in my personal jet, and recharge on my own private island.  I'm just not sure I could let people set me on fire, not for any amount of fame or fortune.  

Still, for the personal jet, and the private island...

Dragon Dave