The reviews split almost down the middle, with a slight lean towards approval, and on one point there is no argument at all: Maggie Smith. Every critic who reaches a verdict praises her Miss Shepherd, mostly for comic irascibility that gives way to something sadder, and several call her the main reason to watch. Those who like the film find it a warm, sharp comedy about an unlikely bond that deepens as it goes.
The reservations gather around tone. Many find it twee or cosy, several say the stage origins show, and the whimsical final scene is faulted even by critics who otherwise enjoy themselves. The spread is wide, from four-star notices to outright dismissals. The harshest come from American outlets: Vulture calls it a tedious distortion of Bennett’s diaries, Slant finds it glib and emotionally distant, and The Wrap thinks Bennett himself takes up too much of the story. Even they exempt Smith.
