Enola Holmes: The Movie
Like any book to movie adaptation, the book was better. But only marginally so.
Like honestly, this movie was fucking amazing. Granted, it had aspects of book two (and possible book three--they all blurred together because I read them so quickly), and the order of events was a little mixed up, and there was a few added scenes. But honestly, it was really, really great.
But the historical aspects all looked accurate to me. The set designs were amazing. The costume designs were even better. It was cute and powerful. The right mix of adolescence/coming-of-age and empowering/feminism.
If you want to nit-pic details, the amazingly, wonderful, deaf landlady wasn't in it. The sleazy clothing shop owner wasn't in it. Watson wasn't in it. Enola's housing situation was all messed up. Enola didn't talk about or do nearly as many cyphers (or disguises for that matter).
And they added a subtle-not-so-subtle romance plot. Which, when it first started to develop, I hated it. It ruined the whole Enola/Alone thing. It goes against the whole feminist message that you don't need a man to complete you (and that a woman in that age didn't need a man period for her to be strong/smart/successful). But honestly, it was really good. They kept it small and open for more in additional movies. And Enola was a BAD ASS and the hero between the two (she saved his life on multiple occasions).
I'd watch it again. I watched it last night, but I almost watched it again today. And I want more. Like a lot more. Like all of them. Today. Or preferably yesterday.
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