The critics are of one mind: seven reviews, all of them positive, and a score of 89. The praise clusters almost entirely on Mark Rylance’s Thomas Cromwell, described again and again as quiet, placid and the anchor of the whole series, with Claire Foy’s Anne Boleyn and the wider ensemble close behind. Most also admire Peter Kosminsky’s restraint: natural light, an unhurried pace, and a refusal of the usual Tudor titillation. Several find it unexpectedly funny.
The spread is narrow, and what reservations there are concern tempo. The Times, otherwise among the warmest, thinks the royal melodrama is slowed nearly to a standstill. Vulture, the most measured of the seven, finds some stiffness in the direction and is cooler on one of the lead performances than anyone else. Nobody thinks it fails; the only argument is whether the stillness is a virtue or an indulgence.
