When the meekest of them (Anna Maxwell Martin) notices a pattern in a string of Jack the Ripper-esque slayings plaguing back together, so to speak.
London, she gets the band
back together, so to speak. If they couldn’t tell anyone about their
wartime efforts, they certainly can’t tell anyone now; after all, what
could housewives possibly do that the police couldn’t?
Plenty, of course, which adds another layer of compelling complexity atop the one of serial-killer suspense The Bletchley Circle already boasts. As one character says, “There’s a ton of bumf in there.”
the ITV-to-PBS series’ mere three episodes, each of the ladies (Episodes‘ Sophie
Rundle, Rachael Stirling and Bonekickers‘ Julie Graham being the others) plays her
part with a distinct personality, contributing to the group a strong
dynamic it otherwise would lack. While girl power is an intentional
theme, director Andy De Emmony never forgets the show is a
mystery-thriller, and a bloody terrific one at that. —Rod Lott