Film adaptations of literary texts. They can be so gratingly godawful (“And Then She Found Me,” “The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo” (Swedish version) and “Tales From Earthsea,” I’m looking at you), stretching the fabric of the story too far or altering the nature of the characters until they are unrecognizable. Or altogether introducing characters and plotlines that have no relation whatsoever to the original story.
And yet, other adaptations take as many liberties with the plot line or characters but manage to reveal something fresh and interesting about the story. For me, the BBC’s “Sherlock” (which, yes, we’re just getting around to watching) falls into this category. I love me some some straight up Jeremy Brett-style Conan Doyle, but I am really really enjoying what they’ve done here.