Early on Lizzie Cree says, "It betrays the suffering of women. My gender become inured to injustice". The character should have said, "My sex becomes inured...". Substituting "gender", a grammatical term, for "sex", meaning male or female, is a modern genteelism. See more »
A woman accused of poisoning her husband. But not just any woman. Little Lizzie, darling of the music halls. But the city was enthralled with the fearsome Limehouse Golem. Who was he? Who would be his next victim? The Golem had last struck the day before her arrest. And his was the name on every Londoner's lip.
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A dark and daring detective drama that's never as straight-forward as it threatens to be.
Splattered with surprising amounts of grisly gore, layered with darkly mature themes and brimming with otherwise brutal viscera, this Victorian-era detective drama is a much more nuanced affair than first advertised, playing out not as a simple whodunnit but rather as an exploration of theatre vs reality and the pantomime roles all of the key players (whom are all written and acted wonderfully) inevitably, and perhaps unknowingly, play. While I had successfully figured out the identity of the killer before the second act had even begun, it didn't take anything away from my enjoyment of the picture. All of the pieces were on the board from the beginning and each twist made perfect sense within the narrative; there was no cheating and that alone is to be applauded. In the end, this was a very enjoyable and gripping thriller which was as fun to unravel as it was to passively watch, also working well as a sort of meta-textual commentary. After all, when the audience wants blood, it's blood they will get. 7/10
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