This largely-unknown study of Britain's most feared mass murderer is a positive revelation.
An Expressionist mind-map of evil incarnate, the film is anchored by Walt Kissack's deeply disturbing performance as the Yorkshire Ripper.
Uncannily made-up to resemble the sexual sadist Sutcliffe, his is already one of the all-time great unsung screen performances by a British actor.
Positively racing by at under 82 minutes, it immediately becomes evident that the director and writer have really done their research. Relying heavily on Gordon Burn's book, 'Somebody's Husband, Somebody's Son', and combining archive footage from ITN and the BBC from the time of the hunt [ 1975 - 1981 ], it paints a picture of 1970s West Yorkshire not unlike that depicted in 'The Red Riding Trilogy' - a place of pervasive brutal mysogyny, and bleak physical geography, in which the battering of women on a daily basis is as natural and predictable as the rising of the sun.
A testament to the power of suggestion, only once does it show any of Sutcliffe's kills, and then only tangentially [the murder of Patricia Atkinson.]
Made on a 'micro-budget', British film-making at its absolute finest. A bona fide nightmare.