Foyle is one of those exquisitely decent, deeply introverted, excruciatingly English chaps whom Michael Kitchen plays so well by playing down. He seems to materialise rather than arrive, like a little cloud in a trilby. Sometimes, in the throes of thought, he may wear a slightly squeezed look as if pressing an inch of inspiration from the end of the tube. It’s a lovely bit of minimalism.
Read the rest of Nancy Banks-Smith’s snappy review (including her opinion on how Foyle wears his trilby) in The Guardian.