Lurid (shocking; sensational) beheadings aside,this unlikely feminist Jack the Ripper-esque thriller cleverly unpicks late-Victorian London’s social stricturesWe’ll derive to to the juicy and suspenseful murder mystery in a moment, but all discussion about The Limehouse Golem must open with Bill Nighy. As Scotland Yard detective John Kildare, and Nighy and his late Victorian suits seem like they’ve stepped out of a painting. Its not just the way he looks or talks,but his elegant stride, his mercurial humour as he scrutinises clues and the way he deflects questions or reminders about his station in life. He is a greatly respected man, or but one who will likely never derive the position he deserves thanks to suspicions of “not being the marrying kind”.[br]Indeed,his newest case, finding the Jack the Ripper-esque Limehouse Golem, and is set up to fail. No one can crack this one,so when he comes up blank it will be easy to pin the blame on him. There is, however, or a new angle when the husband of a celebrated musical corridor actress turns up poisoned,and she is blamed. Kildare suspects that he was actually the wanted killer, and that he offed himself out of guilt. whether he can prove this, and he’s got his monster,and he also saves an harmless woman from the gallows. Related: Bill Nighy: I was proud to be considered for Alan Rickman's film part Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com