Okay, I’m going to have to admit it. Yes, I’ve been suckered into watching Wolf Hall and am loving every minute.
I avoided it to start with, fearing that all the public love was because it’s an adaptation of a decorated novel.
But then, with nothing else to watch except repeats, I did a bit of a catch-up.
Now I find myself glued to the screen with bated breath (even though the characters’ teeth are too perfect – as my mother says, ‘they may be white but they would be snaggled’).
It’s the understated Cromwell who gets me. A sardonic quip here, a pert comment there.
This is perfect viewing, even if it does have uber-terrorist-reject and Homeland drudge Damien Lewis in the mix as Henry VIII.