The Independent

Weller's uninspired writing is not redeemed by the unconvincing acting. Anderson was terrific in the movie House of Mirth, but her performance in this is crippled by the how-am-I-looking cutesy self-consciousness endemic in American television programmes.

The Guardian

It would not work half as well if it were not superbly played. Gillian Anderson happily swaps Agent Scully for a role that requires her to do an emotional striptease; and what she does, with uncommon skill, is peel off Lindy's protective layers.

The Daily Telegraph

It is hard to decide what causes most pain. Is it Gillian Anderson's pitifully exposed and inadequate performance? Is it the clich�-ridden desperation of Michael Weller's ghastly script? Is the sight of that excellent actor Roger Allam, and that distinguished director John Caird, demeaning themselves in such tosh?

The Times

True, she (Anderson) has a self-revelatory outburst near the end. True, she had the odd nice line to put across: "Adultery's one thing, but I draw the line at exercise" is her cool riposte to his fondness for dawn jogging. But passion? Agony? The corrosive nostalgia for lost love that Weller wants her to convey? No, she can't cope with them.