A 1971 film that gave one of my favorite bands its name, and as a bonus it's Sherlock Holmes-themed. Unfortunately it's also a mess. George C. Scott is a retired judge who believes he is Sherlock Holmes and is pursuing Moriarty, whom he believes to be responsible for all the disasters that occur. Joanne Woodward is the psychologist who is supposed to certify him and ends up implausible falling in love with him and joining the delusion. The first half of the movie is played straight, with Scott giving a firm and dignified performance (he'd have made a fine Holmes in a standard adaptation, but here Holmes' standard characteristics are used only superficially), but then it starts to become a kooky 70s comedy. Holmes and Dr. Watson (Woodward's character, that is) meet a succession of eccentric down-and-out characters, such as a couple who have a superbly groomed garden in one room of a tenement. The film ends with a big comedic fight scene in a grocery store where the eccentrics and a squad of police spray whipped cream and throw orange peels at each other. (No, really!) Then Holmes and Watson go off and wait for Moriarty to arrive and finish them off, but they're actually on a railroad track with a train coming. Coming so soon after the slapstick at the grocery store, this scene is amazingly out of place.
It's an inexplicable film: ostensibly a comedy, except that it's not really funny; perhaps a drama, though after the first half it's not at all believable. A very strange movie, but not a good one and not really worth watching.