Sensitive Skin This show is better than just about anything I've ever seen. Mature, elegant, beautiful, well-made, splendidly acted and featuring some of the best music of any show ever broadcast. Funny, too... and sad. It's more like a film that's been dragged out and punctuated by a week's intermission. →[More:]MORE, please.

I can't believe that I missed season one. Not that I'd know, or anything, but there are torrents...

I'm not the only person who likes it, apparently:

This most sophisticated of comedies returns for a second run. The sheer beauty of it sets it apart - and not just of its star, Joanna Lumley.

Every shot is painstakingly composed by writer/director Hugo Blick - clearly a connoisseur of European art house films - who fashions startling images out of everything from galleries and swish apartments to the ordinary streets and buses of London.

Blick's writing isn't far behind his direction. His stock-in-trade is playing off the dignified introspection of newly widowed Davina (Lumley, quite brilliant in a role that's all about tiny gestures and stifled emotion) against the oafishness and vanity of those around her. Delicate, highly intelligent dialogue mixes easily with low farce as, tonight, Davina's nincompoop brother-in-law (the sublime Nicholas Jones) paints a racy portrait of her, with deliciously awful consequences.

The way Blick gets regular belly laughs without breaking his show's uniquely serene mood is nothing short of miraculous. Hilarious, and yet haunting: high art indeed.