By Bill Wine
What renders the wintry drama irredeemably unpleasant is a pivotal character in whom we are monumentally disinterested.
This is less than the equal of its Holmes-sweet-Holmes predecessor, but still a respectable followup to the underappreciated 2009 original.
It’s a swiss-cheese tapestry of plot holes and arbitrary, nonsensical occurrences. The elaborate scheme is, let’s face it, laughably preposterous. But maybe that’s half the fun.