"well, he's her husband, i suppose. the hero. no, not the hero..."
meticulous in its recreation of Victorian era England, with detailed productions and lavish devotion to a specific time and place. what i particularly loved, though, were the quick asides that point to the absolute insularity of this world, like Gilbert's brief alleyway confrontation with a beggar woman, moments that aren't dwelled on or even part of the narrative but instead indications that these are a protected class in denial about its flaws, horrors, and instability.
also while Broadbent & Corduner are great, Spall is outstanding in a supporting role here as the actor playing the Mikado, going all in on the theatrical diva persona but imbuing him with outsized warmth and commitment so that when the cast comes to his aide it feels legitimately inspiring.