Whitechapel

Prepare for gullet slicing, blood spurting, cop-versus-cop conflict, and more blood spurting. We can't get enough.

Whitechapel defies the odds, however, rising above its cliches with solid writing, taut direction, evocative cinematography and great performances by Penry-Jones, Davis and Pemberton.

Whitechapel is like a British Criminal Minds, albeit with a much more appealing sense of macabre wit in its appreciation for the history of Grand Guignol.

Whitechapel may not reinvent the police procedural, but it's great fun, and the third episode is a heart-stopping race against time.

Whitechapel can be enjoyed for what it is--an excuse to take another bloody stroll down memory lane, while tacking on yet another cinematic addition to the house that Jack built.

They [Rupert Penry-Jones and Phil Davis] make an appealing upstairs-downstairs odd couple, even if the nifty concept--studying centuries-ago crimes to help solve contemporary cases--is starting to wear thin.

The show's historical bread-and-butter is accompanied by a thin dramatic gruel, for the most part.