The fact that the popular media and Hollywood are in the business of pushing a worldview and a specific agenda is indisputable. The shows on television, and the movies for that matter, don’t reflect public sentiment as much as they try to shape it. Up until recently the approach has been subtle, but more and more, subtle has been thrown out the window and in your face is now the preferred strategy. Those responsible for creating content have understood the populace to be either too dull to notice or past the point of caring.
For the most part, watching television has become for me a waste of my time. I prefer reading and writing to having my mind muddled with mostly meaningless muck. Whereas I once followed a handful of shows, not religiously but when I had a spare moment, over time I’ve eliminated the majority of them from my viewing list; I finally grew weary of the constant drumbeat of the secular, pop culture mindset and turned them off, permanently. Last night another show joined numerous others on my “used to watch shows” list: Elementary.
When I watch television I prefer a good mystery and Sherlock Holmes has always been one of my favorite fictional crime solvers. The American version with Jonny Lee Miller and Lucy Liu–I prefer Benedict Cumberbatch and Martin Freeman–started out with such promise. But over time Sherlock and his brilliant methods in solving a crime have become secondary and rather than his unique observational skills being highlighted, his drug use and weakness as a character are more often portrayed. The new Sherlock seems to be neutered on Ritalin and sleepwalking. Formerly the strong character and centerpiece of the show, that role has now been given to Joan Watson. And up until last night the leftist worldview, although never entirely absent, wasn’t glaringly obvious.
Last night’s show had three themes, back to back to back, that lead me to believe the shows creators care more about their social agenda than a good storyline. The first incident centered around the new definition of the word “marriage”. Marriage used to mean one thing, but the push is on, and has been for a while, for marriage to mean just whatever anyone wants it to mean; use your imagination. The murder victim in the story is discovered to have been a part of a “marriage,” a threesome dubbed a “throuple” by Sherlock. It seems the two men in the threesome were a “normal” couple until the female was invited in. The detectives, after further investigation, discover that prior to being a part of this throuple, the victim had been a part of a “group relationship” involving six persons (what you call that arrangement is a mystery; how about sextouple?). She left that group (was she divorced and from whom?) when she became involved in a dispute with one of her “fellow wives”.
It isn’t so much that these two “marriages” were mentioned in the show, but in how they were reacted to by Holmes, Watson, and others. Not one of the characters acted surprised in the least bit that these kinds of arrangements were actually going on. Sherlock even tries to justify these “marriages” by citing examples from the Mormons to the Mayans where some of these kinds of marriage experiments have worked out well (this being a rare instance when the left lifts up the Mormons as a positive role model). I can think of another example, more recent than either of those; Charlie Manson and his girls were set up in just such an arrangement, but I suspect Charlie’s example isn’t the greatest of selling points. The ho hum attitude displayed by the cast was by design. In order to finish the destruction of an institution that has been the foundation of civil society for thousands of years, the left needs to convince the naysayers that these “marriages” are not an aberration, but the norm. One of the male characters in the throuple even made the point to say that their threesome was just a “normal, loving family”. Sure.
From that scene the plot moved into the next, this time inside the burned out offices of a fertility clinic, where stem cell research was presumably being practiced. When Sherlock and Watson enter the torched offices, a comment is made by a doctor that the fire was probably the work of “religious fanatics”. Of course the viewers know the type of religious fanatics inferred; they aren’t the fanatics blowing up, chopping off the heads of, raping, stabbing, and shooting victims around the world; no these are Christians who happen to be opposed to the harvesting of stem cells from dead babies who didn’t exaclty have a choice in donating their body parts for science. Always those wacked out Christian fanatics bringing mayhem and destruction to a neighborhood near you.
And last, but certainly not least, was the part of the show where “we have to make the female character appear strong,” of which I recently wrote a piece about here. It seems Joan Watson is being investigated by a cop from Coney Island and is at a loss as to why. When she does some digging she comes up with the answer, but when Joan confronts her, the cop assures Watson she isn’t about to back down. Sherlock suggests they settle their dispute “like cops usually do”.
The next scene shows Jane confronting the female cop, who happens to be gay, at the local gym punching the heavy bag. Of course. When the two of them engage, Joan challenges her nemesis to a boxing match to settle their differences. Between the two of them the testosterone levels are oozing from their pores, and rather than wait on a future sanctioned competition, they both, unable to control the ferocious impulses raging within, agree to climb into the ring and duke it out, pronto. And may the best man, or woman, win. This is the traditional way women have settled disputes, isn’t it?
The next scene shows Watson sitting at the kitchen table, bruised and battered, with numerous abrasions clearly visible on her face (I think I heard her mutter under her breath, “I coulda been a contender,” but I’m not for certain), soaking her swollen hands in a tub of cold water; while at the stove, and he may have been wearing an apron, but I could have imagined that detail, is Sherlock, working on a home recipe designed to bring solace and make Watson’s injuries heal quicker. The traditional role reversal here is obvious and priceless.
Well, now that I’m through with Elementary, I’m down to just a few shows left to follow. But is that really a loss?