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24 November 2013 @ 06:19 pm
Ripper Street: Dynamite and a Woman  
Goodbye, Ripper Street. I really tried but I finally figured out what the problem is and I'm in no rush to keep watching.


After watching the latest episode which was vaguely centered around Damian Molony's character, Flyte, I realized what the problem with season 2 is with this show. Last season, there was some level of mystery surrounding each main character and you spent most of season 1 trying to find them out. In season 2, all secrets have been revealed and we're left with characters that have no real personality or story, other than a collection of cliches. Even the writing has gone unusually florid with characters spouting faux-ShakesDickenMiltonian levels of verbose monologues with literally nothing at its core. For instance, a character is trying to say, "I know you're lying." It takes him about seven pages of prose to describe that thought. No one's got time or patience for that. Particularly since even the actors seem overburdened by such lines.

This latest episode (and last one for me), featured Flyte going undercover amongst the Irish (we have confirmation he is Irish, despite his earlier flip flopping accent) to suss out a wanted IBR member who is responsible for bombing English politicians. I might have had more interest in this story if everyone wasn't a walking stereotype. The show went so far as to have a bunch of old White mustached English politicians in tuxes gathered around with cigars and brandies, guffawing at comments like, "The Irish are negros turned inside out." Gee, I wonder if I should hate them? Flyte's main point of finding the IBR member's whereabouts is through the man's daughter who is obviously pretty, spunky, and tough with fiery red hair whom Flyte sort of falls for. Because this show will not leave a single trope unturned. Amidst all of this, we get some details about Flyte's life which are potentially interesting and I did see Molony valiantly trying to inject some dimension to his character but it was largely a no go.

So farewell, show. You were a much better last season. This season I'm turned off by your paper thin characters with phonebook-thick monologues.