Critic Reviews

While the red-raw anguish and anger of Lorna and the other women remains front and centre, the narrative never feels overwhelmed by the weight of their loss, courtesy of a genre-hopping style that cycles through psychological thriller, comedy, horror and murder mystery. .... One of the year's most daring and best.

It turned out to be one of the best dramas I have seen this year. Easily. It was standout from the first scene.

If in its back end the series devolves into a more formulaic whodunit and tale of Catholic Church coverups, the fine cast keeps you emotionally engaged and the filmmaking is fairly lush, with Harry Wootliff and Rachna Suri alternating directing duties on the six-episode season.

It is beautifully and harrowingly done. And – such a rarity this – the gothic element, spilling out of Lorna’s mind and home, feels not like a bolt-on to add drama lacking elsewhere but an integral part of the story.

I am no binge-watcher and it’s rare that I find myself itching for a second episode. But The Woman in the Wall was so stirring that I am desperate to know what happens next.

There are times, particularly in its tremulously hopeful finale, when the urgency of the show’s themes threatens to overwhelm its plot. But at its most effective, The Woman in the Wall is savvy enough to know that what will keep its message alive long after the end credits (set to a previously unreleased track by real-life Magdalene survivor Sinéad O’Connor) is a truly compelling story.

The whole cast is solid—Frances Tomelty is particularly fearsome as the dreaded Sister Eileen—and unlike many series, "The Woman in the Wall" engages more and more as it informs and instructs, tightening its grip on the viewer's neck and moving him toward the edge of his seat, as if to correct his posture.

It’s clear Lorna is on the precipice of sanity, and a little of that kind of where-are-we unreality goes a long way. Still, I liked everything that wasn’t presented in a haze, and, overall, I was riveted to the miniseries. The uncompromising approach to the horrors committed by people of God, and the women who were victimized by them, is something to see, and something to remember.

Murtaugh, greatly abetted by Wilson, balances the heaviness of his material with a humor and a lightness of spirit that make “The Woman in the Wall” a brisk, engaging production. .... Wilson’s Irish accent sounds like a work in progress. Her performance is crackerjack straight through, though.

The Woman In The Wall succeeds because of the lead performance by Ruth Wilson as well as the grey areas that the tragedy of the Magdalene Laundries caused.