This one will stick with you long after viewing. A gritty, grimy, chillingly real show. It kind of gave me Stendhal Syndrome, and I felt like I was an active participant hunting for the vile Ripper himself. Speaking of, the bloke that plays the aforesaid Ripper could pass for Sutcliffe's doppelganger. Intense, grisly closeups of the carnage are balanced by sublime frames that could pass for pastoral paintings. The slate grey skies and tragic tooth to head ratios really drive the sadness home with the force of a ball-peen hammer. An early, well ahead of its time, "Me Too" movement abounds. Misogyny and misandry in equally potent doses. Alun Armstrong gives one of the most visceral performances of all-time. A masterclass in acting by him. The series truly captures the paralyzing fear, hysteria and mayhem that seized England during the other Ripper's six year reign of terror. This one is as real as it gets. Other show runners should take copious notes.
