Sherlock Holmes: The Devil’s Daughter Review

The Devil’s Daughter embroils Baker Street’s finest (here recast as a dashing Jon Hamm-alike) in another set of satisfyingly knotty cases: one minute he’s examining a corpse apparently speared by a statue, the next cutting wires on a homebrew time bomb. The freedom you’re afforded in solving them is invigorating. You can make snap judgments from an incomplete picture, or investigate more thoroughly to tie up the disparate strands of evidence, while the ability to absolve or condemn suspects adds an appealing moral dimension. Shame, then, that the environmental puzzles are often comically laborious, and the action interludes – including some sub-Assassin’s Creed stealth - are so consistently risible it’s no surprise you’re offered the opportunity to skip them.