Enola Holmes 3 Confirms Millie Bobby Brown Will Solve Mysteries While We All Ignore the Obvious Plot Holes
Well, grab your deerstalker hats and your most aggressively British accent, because Netflix has officially confirmed that *Enola Holmes 3* is happening. Yes, the streaming giant that cancels your favorite show after two seasons faster than you can say "subscription fee hike" has decided to give the people what they want: more of Millie Bobby Brown looking directly into the camera like she’s the only person in the room with a functioning brain cell.
According to the press release that dropped faster than my will to live on a Monday morning, production is set to begin later this year, with Brown returning as the titular teen detective, and Henry Cavill presumably returning to stand in the background looking like a Greek god who just accidentally wandered onto a CW set. Because nothing says "Victorian-era mystery" like a man who looks like he bench-presses horse-drawn carriages for fun.
Let’s be real for a second. The first two *Enola Holmes* movies were basically the cinematic equivalent of a participation trophy. They’re fun, they’re fine, they’re aggressively charming in that way that makes you feel like you’re being gaslit into thinking they’re better than they actually are. But we all watched them. We all enjoyed them. And we all ignored the fact that Enola Holmes, a teenage girl in 1880s London, somehow has the deductive skills of Sherlock Holmes, the martial arts prowess of Bruce Lee, and the plot armor of a Marvel superhero.
And now we’re getting a third one. Because of course we are. Netflix has seen the numbers. They’ve seen the memes. They’ve seen Millie Bobby Brown’s Instagram following. And they’ve decided that the only thing better than a franchise about a teenage girl outsmarting every adult in Victorian England is a THIRD franchise about a teenage girl outsmarting every adult in Victorian England.
But here’s the thing that’s really gonna make this article go viral: we need to talk about the elephant in the room. Or rather, the elephant that’s been standing in the corner of every Enola Holmes movie, wearing a top hat and smoking a pipe, while we all pretend not to notice.
**The Plot Holes Are Bigger Than the British Empire.**
Let’s start with the obvious: how the hell does a 16-year-old girl in the 1880s have access to a smartphone-level of communication, a wardrobe that would make a TikTok influencer jealous, and the ability to break into any building in London without so much as a “sorry, guv’nor”? In the first movie, Enola literally escapes from a boarding school by staging a fake kidnapping and then proceeds to solve a mystery that Scotland Yard couldn’t crack with a team of 50 men. In the second movie, she infiltrates a match factory, takes on a corrupt factory owner, and exposes a child labor scandal, all while looking like she just stepped out of a Pinterest board titled “Steampunk Chic for the Modern Orphan.”
And don’t even get me started on the fourth-wall breaks. Oh, you’re talking to the audience now, Enola? How very *Fleabag* of you. Except Fleabag was a deeply flawed, emotionally complex character who used the fourth wall to explore trauma and self-destruction. Enola uses it to explain basic plot points to the audience like we’re a bunch of five-year-olds who just discovered the concept of “mystery.”
But here’s the real kicker: Enola Holmes 3 is being set up as a “grand finale” to the trilogy. Which means we’re probably going to get some kind of epic showdown between Enola and… someone. Maybe Moriarty? Maybe a secret Holmes sibling we didn’t know about? Maybe a time-traveling villain from the future who’s come to stop Enola from inventing the internet in 1884? Honestly, at this point, I wouldn’t put anything past these writers.
**The Real Mystery: Why Does Henry Cavill Still Look Like That?**
Let’s talk about the real star of the franchise: Henry Cavill’s cheekbones. That man could read the phone book in a monotone voice while wearing a burlap sack, and people would still line up to watch him. In *Enola Holmes*, he plays Sherlock with the emotional range of a particularly stoic garden gnome. He barely moves. He barely speaks. He just stands there, looking majestic, while Enola does all the heavy lifting. And honestly? I respect the hustle. Why would Henry Cavill exert himself when he can just show up, look hot, and collect a paycheck? That’s not acting. That’s a power move.
But here’s the thing that’s really gonna piss off the Reddit brigade: the *Enola Holmes* movies are fundamentally dishonest about their own premise. They pretend to be feminist empowerment stories about a girl who breaks free from societal expectations. But in reality, Enola is only able to break free because she has: (a) a famous brother, (b) an inheritance, (c) a mother who taught her martial arts, and (d) the plot bending over backwards to make sure she never faces any real consequences. She’s not a self-made detective. She’s a nepo baby with a trust fund and a good publicist.
And you know what? That’s fine. That’s totally fine. We don’t need every movie to be a gritty, realistic portrayal of Victorian-era class struggles. Sometimes we just want to watch a charming teenager solve puzzles while Henry Cavill broods in the background. But can we at least stop pretending that this is some kind of groundbreaking feminist text? It’s a popcorn movie. It’s a fun, fluffy, visually pretty popcorn movie that you watch on a rainy Sunday afternoon and then immediately forget about.
**The Real Tea: What Will Enola Holmes 3 Even Be About?**
According to the early reports, the third movie will pick up after the events of the second, with Enola now running her own
Final Thoughts
Having seen the franchise evolve from a clever, subversive debut into this third installment, it’s clear that *Enola Holmes 3* is trading its predecessor’s intimate mystery for a more sprawling, politically charged adventure. While Millie Bobby Brown’s charm remains the engine, the film risks losing its sharp, feminist edge by broadening the scope into a conventional period action piece. Ultimately, it’s a fun but uneven ride—a movie that knows exactly who its audience is, but seems less sure of what it wants to say.