I met a traveller from an antique land, who said “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone stand in the desert.”

After a wobbly start and a second episode so distressing we didn’t even write a blog about it, Sherlock finally gave the fans (apart from those it’s-all-about-the-brolance twerps on Tumblr) what they wanted with last night’s barnstorming episode. We trot across the big/small screen divide to look at some other third instalments that have restored faith in their respective franchises.

Oh yeah, like any other journalist on the planet resisted that title.

Avoid the portaloos, Nick.

Let’s all thank Man Of Steel’s box office returns for scaring Marvel into signing a goddamn cheque for once

James Mangold tweets photos, no one cares

Please Disney, LET ME GOOOOO

Disney confirmed to have more money than Scrooge McDuck and Smaug the Dragon put together

We are listening to you intently, Joss. With all of our ears and eyes.

All hail Shane Black, the genius behind the latest Iron Man film. Bursting with humour, crammed with more twists than a bag of fusilli and built around a plot that actually – I’ll be damned! – holds together under scrutiny, Iron Man 3 is far and away the best of the series, and certainly the funniest offering from Marvel so far. That’s right, folks. Tony Stark is back and he’s better than ever.