The Vesuvius Club

This is a failed attempt to create a pastiche of Sherlock Holmes, James Bond and Oscar Wilde, with a dash of macabre to add spice. Gatiss is not up to the job, overreaching himself on all four counts, but most especially the Wildean aspects. It reminds me of an over-cooked, over-spiced cake, sickly to the palate and making one sick afterward. Utterly dreadful.