Well, I am sorry. Wrong door, here.
Kyoto Teramachi Sanjou no Holmes is nothing of this.
It' s a touristic anime intended to promote the Kyoto-fu Prefecture; Its monuments, history, popular traditions, streets and towns, hostelery, Tv programms and culture: the art, specially.
How we do that?
We imagine the most unprobable and unrealistic Pawn Stars guy, we name him Holmes for basically no reason (I got the joke with your surname, Kiyotaka... please, stop repeating it) and we couple him by "hazard" (ha!) with the most generic and plain tweenie girl we're abled to think of.
I'm amazed we didn't dare to name her Watson instead of Aoi.
But everybody else's doing it in our behalf, so...
If that's not enough, let's add some facepalming "artistico-ethical rivalry" with some random bald guy (I miss you so bad, Saitama-senpai).
We'll display all of this with a cheap hentai-related animation over a more than decent art environment and we will lamely draw some of the middle chapters into the purest "chinese studio sub-hired to refill DragonBall GT's holes" style.
And finally, let's permeate the whole thing with a thick loop of "unsolved romantic tension"...
...between Holmes and Watson, I mean, not with the bald guy.
... or maybe yes, who knows?
Now, you may feel yourself apparently ready to appeal tourists to Kyoto.
This damned sh*t shouldn't work!
It shouldn't, for Tolliver's sake!!
In any possible manner!!!
(sigh)
But it does.
It works.
More than average, it works.
Amazingly fine, it woks.
To my dismay, it works.
Elegant, classy, fairly narrated, with memorable characters and ironic sense of humor about its own flawless.
Do you know some of those girls who are not that pretty, they don't regularly use make-up, seem unabled to dress fashion and don't show any brilliant wits...
... but, for some unknown reason, you never forget about them, you unintendedly smile when you think of them and feel a confusing sense of warmth?
This anime is a bit like those girls.
A bit like Aoi.
Addendo: The way this Holmes works has nothing to do with Conan-Doyle's style. That Ghibli's Meitanei Homuzu at the '80s was far closer.
If any, we should compare Kiyotaka's modus operandi with another literarian well-known detective: kinda thin, tall, young, dismoustached and sexy Hercule Poirot.
