All thirteen reviews are positive, and nearly all of them say the same thing first: this belongs to Amy Adams. Her Camille is described as wounded, restrained and against type, and several critics rank it among the strongest work she has done. Patricia Clarkson’s mother draws the next cluster of praise. Behind the camera, Jean-Marc Vallée’s direction and editing are credited with folding past into present, and most critics treat the result as a study of trauma and self-harm, not a murder mystery.
The reservations are mild and mostly about pace. The Telegraph finds the opening episodes slow-moving, and Radio Times and Empire note that the crime itself recedes so far it barely registers as a plot. Several call it bleak, which is meant as description rather than complaint. The spread is narrow, from good to excellent, and nobody dissents from the general approval.
