First released in 1970. A complex mystery that has a sexy damsel, a monster, Loch Ness/Highland/Scotland location, the Queen, midgets, spies ... all happen after a fun ballerina skit that displays the quirky private life of Holmes and Watson.

My all time favorite movie. Robert Stephens and Colin Blakely are better than Jeremy Brett and David Burke/Edward Hardwicke, and more like the Holmes and Watson of Doyle's books.

One of Billy Wilder’s last films is a story of Sherlock Holmes that could not be told until many, many years after his death. And in this film we find out why the story had to be kept secret so many years after the death of the author of Holmes, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. May both Holmes and Doyle rest in peace. OK, have I convinced you that Holmes was a real person?

I was hoping for something entertaining, intriguing, captivating. Instead I got about 45 minutes of nap time and wondered why on Earth did Billy Wilder think this was a movie worth writing and producing and directing. The film opens with a famous Russian ballerina offering Holmes a Stradivarius violin if he would be willing to sexually impregnate her because she wants a child with a proved genius for a father. Holmes begs out by telling her that he and Doctor Watson are engaged in a homosexual relationship and that women are not his 'cup of tea'. When Watson finds out what Holmes has said he is beside himself. This is not comedy. I hoped the film was going to improve its' entertainment but, alas, this didn't happen. Unwatchable!