Ugh, eat, eat before diving into Whitechapel. Don't repeat my mistake of dining on cold leftovers, alone, at night, in a tiny dark room. The first 10 minutes of this 3 part show are already making me wish for more sterile bloodshed. Even Ben Kaplan's death by piano wire in series 7 of Spooks was more palatable than what I'm watching now. But stomach notwithstanding, a respectable start. Murder's murder, after all, and it ain't pretty, even if the people solving them are.
The first death comes quickly and the victim's gurgling taunts the viewer while a police officer carefully approaches the scene - a sharp contrast to the posh bow-tie party that RPJ finds himself at. His senior promises an administrative post as soon as he completes the rounds, and so off boy wonder goes to head up a murder investigation. At the scene, DS Ray Miles (Phil Davis) isn't altogether thrilled at the prospect of another ladder climber taking control, and DI Joseph Chandler's (Mr Penry-Jones) inability to keep his dinner down doesn't reassure him. The fireworks aren't popping, yet, but the egos have surely landed.
Admittedly, Rupert Penry-Jones is not the most devastating actor that Britain has to offer, and I doubt that playing another posh totty law enforcement officer does much for the resume. We'll see if he brings any gravitas to the role, or if he continues to rely on above average writing to float his career. Or more dynamic costars. One senses that Phil Davis, who's always reminded me of a far tamer, and British, Gary Busey, has an enormous store of psychotic energy. He doesn't so much speak his lines as he does growl them, delivering a sharp punch that fills the screen without overpowering it. It makes his the more intriguing character to watch, a good thing because I'm only 10 minutes into the show. Back to!