It’s familiar — in a good way. “What makes it so engaging is not that the series finds anything new to twist, but that it works so well with and within the strictures of the well-thumbed genres it combines in equal parts: spy thriller, murder mystery, backstage drama, triangular romance,” explains LA Times critic Robert Lloyd. “It is fresh and yet immediately familiar, cut new to classic lines, like a Savile Row suit or a little black dress. [Creator Abi] Morgan does not shy from the obvious; rather, she makes a playground there. There are characters whose fate you know within 10 seconds, though you like them, and fear for them, no less for it.”
The cast is solid. According to the San Francisco Gate‘s David Wiegand: “…The Hour is graced by superb performances, not only by the actors in the three central roles, but also Anna Chancellor as Lix Storm, a hard-bitten former war correspondent; Julian Rhind-Tutt as the oleaginous government factotum Angus McCain; Anton Lesser as the network’s news chief, whose allegiances are not always clear; Juliet Stevenson as Lady Elms, the mother of Freddie’s childhood friend; and Oona Chaplin (daughter of Geraldine, granddaughter of Charlie) as Dominic’s perfect 1950s stay-at-home wife.”
It will leave you wanting more. “The problem here, typical of so much British TV, is there just aren’t enough of these hours — though each one counts,” says TV Guide‘s Matt Roush. “And by the end of the twisty sixth hour, you’ll be satisfied, if still craving more.”