From: me@privacy.net

I didn't rush to watch this as I've seen so many documentaries about the Yorkshire Ripper I didn't think there was any point. However, like most of Netflix's true crime stuff this came at the subject from a more interesting
and original angle than most, concentrating on aspects of the case that are usually glossed over if mentioned at all. There were quite a few things
that I'd half-forgotten or not really appreciated before - like the fact
that Sutcliffe was nicknamed 'the ripper' by his workmates and how the
police had paid a fortune to have the infamous 'I'm Jack' tape played just about everywhere in the country - at discos, on buses, in shopping centres
- in a desperate and pointless attempt to identify the killer.

Unfortunately, like most other documentaries on the subject, it revealed
very little about Peter's early life, which I'm sure was a lot more fucked
up than suggested, and had hardly any input from the people who knew him.

I'm off to read 'Somebody's husband, somebody's son' now which may fill in
the gaps.

--- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05
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From: me@privacy.net

The White Lady <me@privacy.net> wrote in news:XnsACA46BE1AB298meprivacynet@130.133.4.11:

I didn't rush to watch this as I've seen so many documentaries about
the Yorkshire Ripper I didn't think there was any point. However, like
most of Netflix's true crime stuff this came at the subject from a
more interesting and original angle than most, concentrating on
aspects of the case that are usually glossed over if mentioned at all.
There were quite a few things that I'd half-forgotten or not really appreciated before - like the fact that Sutcliffe was nicknamed 'the
ripper' by his workmates and how the police had paid a fortune to have
the infamous 'I'm Jack' tape played just about everywhere in the
country - at discos, on buses, in shopping centres - in a desperate
and pointless attempt to identify the killer.

Unfortunately, like most other documentaries on the subject, it
revealed very little about Peter's early life, which I'm sure was a
lot more fucked up than suggested, and had hardly any input from the
people who knew him.

I'm off to read 'Somebody's husband, somebody's son' now which may
fill in the gaps.

Also, trying to paint the police investigating at the time as clueless, woman-hating morons didn't really pan out as:

1. Telling women not to walk down dark alleys alone in the middle of the
night is sensible advice at any time, let alone when there's a known serial killer on the loose.

2. He was caught not by chance but because the police were patrolling red
light districts looking for dodgy looking blokes - and he was in a car with
a prostitute, a hammer and a fucking knife.

--- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05
* Origin: www.darkrealms.ca (1:229/2)

From: bijgh@hotmail.com

On Thursday, December 31, 2020 at 9:36:19 PM UTC+11, The White Lady wrote:

I didn't rush to watch this as I've seen so many documentaries about the Yorkshire Ripper I didn't think there was any point. However, like most of Netflix's true crime stuff this came at the subject from a more interesting and original angle than most, concentrating on aspects of the case that are usually glossed over if mentioned at all. There were quite a few things
that I'd half-forgotten or not really appreciated before - like the fact
that Sutcliffe was nicknamed 'the ripper' by his workmates and how the
police had paid a fortune to have the infamous 'I'm Jack' tape played just about everywhere in the country - at discos, on buses, in shopping centres
- in a desperate and pointless attempt to identify the killer.

"To the north, where we do what we want."

--- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05
* Origin: www.darkrealms.ca (1:229/2)