Thats a tough case to crack, especially when Chandlers fellow squad members who heavily resent his promotion in the first place dont buy in to his theory.
But this BBC tale being titled Whitechapel, after all, we know that Chandler is correct. And that revelation strengthened with the discovery of each subsequent corpse, meticulously maneuvered is what makes this three-episode series almost ruefully addictive. Clear your schedule for two and a half hours to consume it whole; you cant watch just one.
A graduate of another solid British procedural, MI-5, Rupert Penry-Jones excels as Chandler. We like him not only because hes smart, but because hes fallible; for example, upon examination of the first murder scene, hes visibly nauseous. Viewers will root for him even if his own peers wont. Chief among them is the grizzled, older veteran, Detective Sergeant Ray Miles (Philip Davis, TVs excellent Case Histories), who slowly, if reluctantly, warms to Chandler when the Ripper theory starts to hold serious water.
Whitechapel has its cake and eats it, too, by not only playing with the facts of Jack the Ripper, but also in re-creating it for modern times. That way, the show appeals to fans of contemporary and historical mysteries. The show couldnt have picked a better concept, as the Rippers unsolved nature has kept it alive in the worlds consciousness all these decades. Im told the second season hews to the same formula, but replacing the Ripper with the brothers Kray; the difference there, of course, is a matter of known identity. Still, after the marathon of this felonious freshman outing, I cant wait to watch that. Rod Lott