It’s been said Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s fictional detective Sherlock Holmes is, along with Tarzan, Superman, Batman, and Mickey Mouse, among the most recognizable fictional creations of all time.  The character has certainly been incredibly popular since his first appearance in 1887.  Of late, and perhaps starting with the great BBC series Sherlock featuring Benedict Cumberpatch, the character seems to be everywhere.  Along with Sherlock, you’ve also got the Robert Downey Jr. Sherlock Holmes movies (a third film which is about to be made) and Elementary, the American updating of the Sherlock Holmes concept.

Add to the list 2015’s Ian McKellen starring Mr. Holmes.

Based on a novel by Mitch Cullin, Mr. Holmes involves a 93 year old Sherlock Holmes (Ian McKellen) and his contentious relationship with his housekeeper (Laura Linney) and warmer relationship with her son (Milo Parker), all while he’s trying desperately to fight off senility via herbal remedies and tries very hard to remember what happened during his final case, a case his current melancholia convinces him was a colossal failure/disaster.

He is certain the last case was a big failure because it caused him to leave his beloved field and he lives with a constant ache regarding what may have happened.  Over the course of the movie, bits and pieces of memory coalesce and we, along with Sherlock Holmes, soon experience the details of this final, tragic case.

As described above, it sounds pretty interesting, no?

I mean, it’s not a Sherlock Holmes story without some intriguing mystery, and you certainly have some right off the bat.  Ignoring for a moment the events surrounding that last forgotten case, the viewer wonders what happened to Watson?  Mrs. Hudson?  His brother Mycroft?  All this while presenting us with one tantalizing “final” mystery.

I mean, what more could you ask?  As a viewer one should be right there, invested in the story and curious as to where its headed.

Alas…

The movie, unfortunately, starts really slowly.  It picks ups here and there but by the end I was never as engaged as I hoped I would be.  Mr. Holmes follows our title character through three different eras.  The “present” of very late 1940’s or very early 1950’s (more of less) England takes up the bulk of the story.  It is here we follow the very elderly Sherlock Holmes as he deals with his mortality, loss of memory, and desperate need to remember that last case.

There’s a first layer of flashbacks interwoven within involving Mr. Holmes’ trip to post-WWII 1947 Japan where, with the aid of a local man, he searches for an herb in the ashes of Hiroshima that will, he hopes, help with his diminishing memory.

Finally, there’s the third layer of flashbacks which follows Sherlock Holmes’ last case which occurred in and around 1920 or thereabouts and involve your more typical Holmesian elements: A frustrated husband, a wife who acts strangely, a possible psychic feeding off that woman’s misfortunes…

As intriguing as this may all sound, when all is said and done the story’s mysteries (there are one for each epoch) wind up being not all that engaging.  Despite good acting, cinematography, and direction, the story presented didn’t do it for me.  Or, to use a well-worn cliche, despite plenty of beautiful scenery and following Holmes through potentially engaging eras and settings, there isn’t all that much “there” there.

While the plot fizzles, I was particularly frustrated by the way this movie portrays diminished mental capacity.  We don’t know if Mr. Holmes is suffering from Alzheimers but indications are given that his mental faculties in the movie’s “present” are bordering on severely damaged.

In my previous life I worked at a rehab center and I’ve had plenty of first hand experience with people suffering from dementia, Alzheimer’s Disease, and head trauma.  Given these experiences, I couldn’t help but feel the way Holmes’ diminished mental capacity is presented those who wrote this story either don’t know all that much about or, worse, didn’t care to educate themselves on the issues behind the story they’re telling.

Instead, they offer a “movie friendly” version of dementia, and its so outside the realm of reality as to be insulting.  For example, it is stated that Mr. Holmes’ last case was some thirty years ago and since that time he’s been agonizing in trying to remember it.

Yet for the sake of the movie, he suddenly is able to piece it all together by…concentrating really hard?  By getting a lost item related to that last case?  Worse, his recall is incremental and (here we go with the “movie friendly” issue) CHRONOLOGICAL.

That’s right kids, the memory never comes back to him all at once but instead in convenient bits and pieces and in the proper temporal order.

Really.

Before I go, I’d be remiss if I didn’t point out one of the film’s smaller mysteries, that involving the death of Mr. Holmes’ bees.

That’s right, his bees.

Not to brag, but I figured that out waaaaay before Mr. Holmes.  Then again, I’m a spry middle aged man as opposed to a 93 year old one-time genius suffering from a motion picture version of diminished mental faculties.

Let’s call it a tie.

I love ya, Ian McKellen, but I just can’t recommend Mr. Holmes.