Wolf Hall

Mark Rylance as Thomas Cromwell. A study in reserved acting. If this man isn’t showered in awards in the next few months, there’ll be more heads rolling.

I’d like to write a review of the BBC’s adaptation of Wolf Hall that is as masterly as the series itself, but I don’t think it’s possible. So I’ll just say this: if you haven’t seen it, order the DVD now.

It is one of the best things I’ve ever seen on TV. There was some criticism from viewers that “nothing happened”. But it did. Over six episodes some of the most important moments in British history happened. But so sparingly, it made you realise that events don’t always happen accompanied by musical stings and contrived cliffhangers. One minute you’re crowning a new queen, and before you know it…

That’s how history happens.

Now my Wednesdays are empty. I’d pay my license fee twice over for more. In fact, when MPs next debate whether to scrap the license fee they should just send Mark Rylance round to sit silently in the committee to remind them what it makes possible.

A quick note to the BBC: more of this please, but you have to stop your continuity announcers talking over the end titles. It ruined the atmosphere every damned week. To the Tower…

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