Summary
Moonlight drips like liquid mercury across the crumbling Cornish manor where the Tregennis clan—once vibrantly quarrelsome—sit petrified in mid-breath, their eyes wide as porcelain saucers, forks arrested en route to lips that will never again taste syllables or sustenance. Holmes, gaunt silhouette against the Atlantic gale, prowls the candle-bruised dining room, sniffing not only the faint scorch of an exotic root smouldering in the grate but the acrid residue of fratricidal spite that has curdled for decades. The detective’s gaze traces the invisible spores of a devilish alkaloid carried on Druidic air currents, yet the true toxin is older: a patrimonial curse fermented by betrayal, land lust, and the quiet sadism of a brother who would rather gift death than share soil. Watson, ever the moral barometer, watches the tide gnaw the cliffs below and hears in its roar the same hunger that devoured this bloodline. Between the pagan silhouette of the titular rock—jagged as a broken sacrificial altar—and the flickering paraffin lamps, the film stages a séance with antiquity itself, summoning a dread older than empire, quieter than arsenic, and more intimate than any battlefield. Resolution arrives not with shackles but with a confession whispered into salt wind, leaving the surviving sibling’s face a Goya canvas: guilt, relief, and the dawning horror that inheritance can be a hungrier fiend than any substance Holmes’ chemistry set can name.
Synopsis
A family is at their dining room table, sitting upright and dressed for dinner--except they're all dead. Sherlock Holmes must figure out how--and, more importantly, why--they were murdered.
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