“Red Herring” is an enchanting vanity, it is an extravagantly, expertly outlined picture with a rich Dickensian flavor that feels especially fitting at Christmastime. What’s more, these two young men are the best throwing you could envision: 6-foot-in addition to Nicholas Rowe as the bird of prey nosed, faintly despairing Sherlock and the completely charming Alan Cox as Watson, who might have a soft spot for one cream bun too much.
They head a flawless cast including the cream of British character performing artists playing lamb slashed men with names such as Waxflatter or Cragwitch or Bentley Bobster and ladies called Mrs. Dribb. (Of the part, Freddie Jones is presumably the best known not groups of onlookers.) Obviously screenwriter Chris Columbus (“Gremlins,” “Goonies”) brought incredible consideration with important character point of interest for Holmes, Watson, et al., and chief Barry Levinson has evoked the period with an appropriately Victorian tinge of acting. (His organizing of a pursuit through the dull, blanketed London roads with the young men’s shadows skimming along the snow as they seek after a carriage is hauntingly viable.)