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Ripper Street - review, also random bloggy thoughts

Ripper Street - review, also random bloggy thoughts

I just finished watching the last episode of the last season (so far) of Ripper Street.   I had been holding out on talking about the show because I did not want to get 'spoiled' by commenters somehow and so I always keep "internet dark" whilst watching a series until I am caught up.   So as the credits rolled I felt my excitement.  I could talk about it now!  I could glory in the revel of just how good the show was with like minded people.

 

But as I walked about a dozen steps to my computer a doubt began to grow.  Where do I crow?

Twitter is fleeting.  It's a breath of a whisper, lost amongst the crowd and only a few listeners, even using the tactical magic of the hashtag.

Facebook is about the same as walking into your living room and telling the people who have watched you watch the show that hey, you just watched the show.  They side-eye you and give you a nod and pat on the head.  They know you watched the show.  Yes, it's good.  We know, you told us five million times, thanks.  No, we don't have the time to watch it just yet. 

Google+?  That has been my go-to place for singing on the mountaintop for a few years.  But it's an illusion.  The big numbers of my following are an inflated lie.  It feels like I'm talking to a lot of people, sharing my enthusiasm and good feelings of camaraderie, but it's just as fleeting and as much of a whisper as Twitter - and with far, far less relevance.

Tumblr - a serpent eating it's own tail.  An omnivorous ouroboros inside it's own miasma of fandom.  Trying to speak there is like trying to snatch a penny out of a whirlpool, spinning out of control.  It is a lot more fun to just ride the wave down, grinning, sopping wet with no control.

A blog.  Wordpress, blogger, Ghost, Posthaven, you name it.  Empty bleating.  We all know it.  But still we pound our fists against the endless seamless wall trying to reach across with our voices out into the world.  We are here.  I am here.

 

I loved Ripper Street.  I cannot express the excellence of characterization this show exhibits.  It is right up there with Breaking Bad, to me personally, in my opinion.  The subtle acting performances - so much is said without a single word.  All these actors speak so many volumes and are allowed to use silence to communicate in this show.  It is a quality rarely seen in television and I am just grateful I experienced it.

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