Most critics like Riot Women, and several like it a great deal. The praise clusters on the ensemble: Joanna Scanlan and Rosalie Craig are named again and again, Craig’s chaotic Kitty in particular. Reviewers credit Sally Wainwright with making the bottled-up anger of five midlife women, and the punk band they form to let it out, both funny and serious, and more than one puts it beside Happy Valley and Last Tango in Halifax. The attention to menopause, caregiving and feeling invisible is widely thought overdue.
The reservations are about subtlety. Even admiring reviews concede the messaging tips into sermon at times. Variety finds the writing heavy-handed, the male characters thin and the episodes too long, and The Telegraph, the one outright dissenter, finds it unsubtle to the point of hectoring on the menopause, cast notwithstanding. The spread is wide: seven of nine are firmly positive, and the two doubters object to what the enthusiasts forgive.
