In the featurette concerning the creation of this movie, someone described it artistically as a William Blake painting brought to life on film. That’s a good analogy. It is at one time firmly rooted in the Victorian-era London of Jack the Ripper and yet part of a fantasy world, a fever dream of London in the 1880s as it existed only in an opium daze. And that’s just talking about the *look* of the movie (which alone would make it worth watching). It’s also impeccably acted and the script is perfection.
A serial killer not unlike the Ripper is on the loose in the Limehouse district of London. This murderer, dubbed the “Limehouse Golem,” follows no set pattern, killing men, women, and children seemingly at random. Bill Nighy—taking over for Alan Rickman, who was originally supposed to have the role—portrays the weathered policeman put in charge of the case, expected to fail and serve as a fall-guy for the department. It’s a mystery, although the “twist” is something I saw coming from the outset. That’s not really the point of the movie, though. It’s more about watching how everything unfolds. And there’s another little twist at the end that I did *not* anticipate, so there’s that.
Bloody fantastic film.