Enola Holmes 3 Greenlit, And We’re All Supposed To Act Surprised
Hollywood has officially run out of ideas, and the latest proof dropped today like a lukewarm turd in a public pool: Netflix has greenlit *Enola Holmes 3*. Yes, the streaming service that canceled your favorite show after one season because “the algorithm said so” has decided to ride the Millie Bobby Brown gravy train straight off a cliff and into a vat of lukewarm tea and fourth-wall-breaking nonsense.
For the three people who haven’t been force-fed this franchise, *Enola Holmes* is the story of Sherlock’s plucky, super-smart teenage sister who solves mysteries while looking directly into the camera like she’s in a YouTube apology video. The first movie was a cute little distraction during the pandemic when we were all bored out of our skulls and desperate for anything that wasn’t *Tiger King*. The second one was… also a movie. It exists. It had some trains and a creepy guy from *Harry Potter*.
And now, apparently, we’re getting a third. Because why not? It’s not like Netflix has a mountain of debt, a hemorrhaging subscriber base, and a reputation for throwing money at projects that feel like they were generated by a poorly-trained AI that only watched *Stranger Things* and *The Princess Bride*.
Let’s break down what we already know about this trainwreck, because the internet is already doing what it does best: pretending to be outraged while secretly planning to watch it on a Tuesday night with a glass of wine.
First, the obvious: Millie Bobby Brown is back. No shocker there. She’s the star, the producer, the human marketing machine. She’s also apparently the only person under 30 who can get a Netflix movie made these days. Good for her, I guess. She’s been doing this since she was a zygote, so she’s basically a 40-year-old woman trapped in a Gen Z body. She’s also, let’s be real, the only reason anyone cares. The movies themselves are fine, but she’s got that “I’m the main character and I know it” energy that either makes you love her or want to throw a scone at your TV.
Henry Cavill is also supposedly back as Sherlock. You know, the guy who was supposed to be the next James Bond but is now just the hot nerd who plays a detective who let his little sister show him up for two whole movies. Cavill is a national treasure, but watching him play second fiddle to a teenager in a corset is like watching a Ferrari get driven by a 16-year-old with a learner’s permit. It’s fun for a bit, but you’re just waiting for the crash.
The plot? Who cares. The first two movies had plots that were basically “Enola runs around London, breaks the fourth wall, and solves a mystery that Sherlock couldn’t because he was too busy being a dramatic prick.” The third one will probably follow the exact same formula. Maybe she’ll solve a murder on a train. Maybe she’ll find a lost artifact. Maybe she’ll finally teach Sherlock how to use a smartphone. Who knows? Who cares? It’s a Netflix movie. The plot is just the wallpaper. The real show is Millie Bobby Brown’s cheekbones.
Now, let’s talk about the elephant in the room: the backlash. The internet is already sharpening its pitchforks. AITA for thinking this franchise is overrated? Probably. But that’s never stopped anyone on Reddit before.
Here’s the thing: *Enola Holmes* is fine. It’s aggressively fine. It’s the cinematic equivalent of a lukewarm bath. It’s not bad enough to hate, but it’s not good enough to love. It’s just… there. And that’s the problem. In a world where we’re drowning in content, “fine” isn’t good enough. But Netflix doesn’t care. They’ve got the data. They know that millions of people will watch this thing the weekend it drops, post a few memes, and then forget about it until the sequel is announced two years later.
The real drama here isn’t the movie itself. It’s the conversation around it. We’re all going to pretend to be mad that this is getting made while secretly knowing we’ll watch it. We’ll complain about the fourth wall breaks. We’ll complain about the historical inaccuracies. We’ll complain that Henry Cavill isn’t shirtless enough. And then we’ll watch it again when we’re hungover on a Sunday.
So, is *Enola Holmes 3* the movie we need? No. Is it the movie we deserve? Also no. But it’s the movie we’re getting, and frankly, with the state of the world, maybe we should just be grateful it’s not another live-action remake of a cartoon.
The real question is: will this movie be the one that finally breaks the fourth wall so hard that the wall sues for emotional damages? Stay tuned.
Final Thoughts
Having mined the scant details surrounding *Enola Holmes 3*, my gut tells me this franchise is at a fascinating crossroads: the real draw isn't the mystery-of-the-week, but the simmering, unspoken tension between Enola’s fiercely independent spirit and the gravitational pull of her famous brother’s world. The producers would be wise to move beyond merely replicating the first two films' formula and instead double down on the meta-commentary about legacy—how a young woman carves her own space in a story that was never written for her. In a landscape flooded with reboots, this series has a rare opportunity to evolve into a genuinely sharp meditation on sisterhood and self-definition, but only if it stops treating Victorian London as a quirky backdrop and starts using it as the crucible it truly was.