You know what my favorite thing about the outstretched hands moment in Reichenbach is?
That they’re not actually reaching for each other in context.
The actual context of their hands is that Sherlock is putting his hand out saying don’t come any closer, stay where you are, a halting gesture, and John is putting his up in placation, hands in the air where Sherlock can see them, alright, stay calm, no sudden movements, I promise. That’s the actual context of their hands being up and out.
But the subtext of the scene is so viscerally the opposite, conveyed in the tightness of the shots, the emotional freneticism of the hand-held camera struggling to focus and constantly shifting. The slight lingering in the moment, their fingers outstretched, suspended in the air and framed in such a way that superimposed they would be just barely touching. And worst of all, the fact that the shots are switched in order of cause and effect, John’s hand seen up before Sherlock’s is seen out, confusing the audience for a moment before context settles—for one brief second where, to their eye, Sherlock actually is merely reaching out for that ghost of a touch.
It’s that as every bit of their expressed actions state stay away and I will if you want me to, every bit of the implicit nature of the scene is undermining that and crying out, no, no, I want you with me, don’t go away. My favorite thing is that they’re not actually reaching for each other with their hands, but the show wants us to know that they’re reaching out, somehow, with everything else that they are.
Basically, Sherlock is a brilliantly filmed series, and it should get all the awards.



