People who just didn't get it weren't won over in the slightest by series two of the Kilcoyne sisters' micro-comedy. Those who appreciated the virtuoso performances of Alfred Molina and Dawn French, as a breezily eccentric middle-aged couple with a terrible shared grief, got their reward. We knew that behind their fussing and affectionate bickering was the pain of having lost a child - so when a typically funny and bittersweet storyline about Roger's previously unknown adult son ended with his grandson arriving and running gaily down the hallway, it meant a lot. It was the perfect way to end a nigh-on perfect mix of comedy and drama.Jack Seale, Radio Times, 26th December 2012
PG Wodehouse's Uncle Fred In The Springtime was as replete as Twelfth Night with characters busy at impersonation and improbable plots designed to deliver love. Each performance was a gem of eccentric humour including Alfred Molina as Fred, director Martin Jarvis as Lord Emsworth and Patricia Hodge as his sister, 'a fiend in human shape'. As the new Will.i.am on the block says every other minute on The Voice: "It's dope."Moira Petty, The Stage, 25th April 2012
There was really only one punchline possible for the finale of the hermetic tragi-comedy Roger & Val Have Just Got In: someone other than Roger and Val (Alfred Molina & Dawn French) had to enter the house. I did not foresee, however, the impact on the emotional solar-plexus of the show's final, moving, wonderful moments as the couple's front door let in the light. If it had not been clear before, all the eating, infantile squabbling and acting out (Roger last night staged a Wendy House sit-in) can now be seen as grieving for their infant son. Last night, the mourning ended. Tremendous TV.Andrew Billen, The Times, 15th March 2012
So farewell then, Roger and Val. Sadly, another series looks vanishingly unlikely for this gem of a tragicomedy. Its marital foibles and micro-tiffs have been unbelievably well performed by Dawn French and Alfred Molina. French has never been better, and if Molina's Hollywood career ever lets up, someone should tempt him back with another role like this. Anyone can chew the scenery as the baddie in a superhero film, but not anyone could be sweet, self-righteous, slow-on-the-uptake Roger.
As the vital meeting with Roger's unexpected grandson approaches, our moody couple tangle over a wendy house, Wensleydale and We Shall Overcome. It's an even more eccentric, seemingly inconsequential half-hour than usual, but there's real emotion below the surface and an ending that will dampen fans' cheeks.David Butcher, Radio Times, 14th March 2012
It's the last in the series of Dawn French and Alfred Molina's warm sitcom, and the inaction ambles towards a climax with the imminent arrival of Roger's estranged family for tea. Val manages to convey her peevishness through the simple act of filling a kettle, while Roger responds by staging a sit-in in a wendy house.Sam Richards, The Telegraph, 13th March 2012
Plot is pretty superfluous to needs, but it appears to hinge on the panic caused by the imminent arrival of some guests, some good news from Val's school, and a lump of Wensleydale. The verdict? Well, to quote Alfred Molina: "Initial thoughts? Call an ambulance." And the comparisons with Mike Leigh remain optimistic: Leigh knows exactly what he's doing. There is one actual joke in it: "Where's Wensleydale? Between Tuesdaydale and Thursdaydale."Ali Catterall, The Guardian, 13th March 2012