Sherlock, Edge of Darkness, a Single Man: Phew.

Well, that was a whirlwind week. I feel like I just lost time, like Edward Norton in "Primal Fear" -- one minute, you're looking straight ahead, the next you've gone and committed a cruel crime against a man of the cloth.

Maybe not that bad, but time seems to have slipped by for a few days, and I haven't even written about the movies I've seen. And, there've been plenty.

I finally saw "Sherlock Holmes," the film I'd been wanting to see for weeks (months), but somehow got sidetracked each day that it was on my to-do list. Had to go watch a corporate intramural game (you know who you are), had to go eat a roasted bird (you know who you are), had to ... well, doesn't matter.

I saw it in the Times Square theater, much to the chagrin of ... myself. And, know what? I loved it. There, I said it.

My Favorite Food Critic hated it, and wrote publicly that he thought it was a waste of time. This, after I'd just gone and rambled on about how great a film Guy Ritchie'd put out. I want to say I loved it in the way I loved "Wanted" -- a bad movie that was entertaining, and great -- but I think Sherlock was even better.

Opening scene:

A mesmerizing look at how to immobilize your opponent. A whack here, a whack there; a blow to both sides of your head, so as to discombobulate your victim. You see it in slow motion, then watch it in fast motion ... it's as if you had a VHS player and went rewind-fast-forward in the span of 15 seconds.

I thought it was beautiful, and so dream-making.

Then I saw "Edge of Darkness," the new crazy Mel Gibson flick. I went to the theater out in Crooklyn, where people chat and make a mockery of the movie-going experience. I had to do it, though. My earliest memories involve Mama Grice taking me to action films that were well-beyond my capacity of understanding all the elements; but, I looked forward to each and all of them, and I surely didn't miss one. So, DUI-Mel puts out something these days? Must go see.

It was actually a treat -- I sat, balled up, the entire time and enjoyed the holy smokes out of it. Jumped a lot, ooh-ed at his dapperness here and there. They even give you a little twist on the old cop story. It was Law & Order ^2. The only thing I can relate it to is "Righteous Kill," which I panned -- but that was because I was trying to be high and mighty.

I also saw "A Single Man," which is so bad that it needs another post to talk about.

"Youth in Revolt": 'Are You Cera'd Out Yet?'

Last week, when I was piddling away my time after work at PopSci, one of my many bossmen (let's call him PopSci BMOC) knew that I was really binging on post-work movies. I told BMOC that I was going to see Michael Cera's new "Youth in Revolt" movie.

"Are you Cera'd out, yet?"

"I might be, I'll tell you tomorrow."

I wasn't. The movie isn't amazing -- there are twinges of "Juno" (which I hated), and there was a moment I thought I was going to feel all "Igby Goes Down" (unfortunately, I never got there). But, watching Cera play himself, capitalizing on his 16-year-old self-ish stock character, while acting like a cigarette-smoking alter ego in the interim was quite nice.

I haven't read the book, but it really was the first time we've gotten to see Cera not be just his "Superbad" character.

I didn't love Portia Doubleday, who plays Cera's love interest. I found her quite cloying, and certainly an unbelievable teenager. I loved Dawson's Creek growing up -- so I can usually extend belief, but she looked my age. At least Cera's baby face allows you to forgive knowing he's in his twenties.

On the rubric for this week:

"Sherlock Holmes" (can't believe I haven't seen it yet, especially since RDJ stars in it.)

"Fish Tank"

And, just so we can all remember old "Igby":