Without a Clue
Michael Caine and Ben Kingsley play off each other to great effect, although I couldn't help thinking that Tom Baker would have been perfectly cast as a drunk actor playing at Sherlock.
Kingsley’s Dr. Watson is the real brains behind Holmes, but the actor he employs to pretend to be Holmes (Caine) keeps putting his foot in it. Paul Freeman deserves more to get his teeth into as Moriarty. There's little in the way of great comedy here, but it's highly enjoyable. My favourite bit:
Holmes: I'm reminded of the curious case of the Manchurian Mambo...
Watson: Holmes, could I have a word?
Holmes: Yes, what is it?
Watson: I believe that was the Manchurian Mamba.
Holmes: Mambo, mamba. What's the difference?
Watson: Well, very little, except that one is a deadly, poisonous snake, while the other is a rather festive Carribean dance.
Holmes: It was a night like any other, when suddenly a knock came at the door. I opened it, and there were these Manchurians, doing a rather festive Carribean dance...