At first (meticulously applied) blush, BritBox’s Outrageous may seem like a dishy period piece in the vein of Downton Abbey or Pride And Prejudice. And it is a fun romp packed with delicious 1930s fashions, illicit affairs, and sibling feuds. But it’s also a harrowing chronicle of the rise of fascism in Europe. That’s quite an audacious elevator pitch. But against all odds, the show masterfully blends witty dialogue with a dire historical warning.
Just like it says on the tin, the premise of Sarah Williams’ miniseries is, indeed, outrageous. It also happens to be true. The story centers on the Mitfords, anaristocratic brood living on a sprawling estate in 1930s Oxfordshire. More specifically, it traces the scandalous, soap-operatic lives of the family’s six daughters, who were infamous for their widely varying political leanings.
Diana (Joanna Vanderham) is the beauty of the family, but beneath her slinky gowns beats the heart of an ardent totalitarian who’s in love with Oswald Mosley (Joshua Sasse), the head of the British Union of Fascists. The teenage Unity (Shannon Watson) goes to an even darker place: Her fangirlish adoration of Adolf Hitler takes her all the way to Munich—and, before long, lands her a spot in the Führer’s inner circle. This puts her at stark odds with Jessica (Zoe Brough), whose devotion to communism makes her the blackest sheep in a family full of them.
The other three prefer to steer clear of the headlines. Cool, collected Pamela (Isobel Jesper Jones) buys a car to travel the continent; and the youngest Mitford, Deborah (Orla Hill), is content to nurse a crush on a wealthy older man (played by Jack Michael Stacey). At the center of it all—though she’d much prefer not to be—is Nancy (Bridgerton‘s Bessie Carter), the wry, observant eldest sibling. She serves as both the series’ narrator and the family’s reluctant peacekeeper, but all she wants is to write comedic novels and get hitched before she becomes an old maid. And then there are the parents: Sydney Bowles (Anna Chancellor), who does what she can to keep her daughters’ names out of the papers, and Baron David Freedman-Mitford (James Purefoy), who’s too distracted by the estate’s precarious financial situation to notice his family plunging toward ruin.
Outrageous banks on viewers’ familiarity with escapist period pieces to make its characters’ attitudes toward fascism, whether dismissive or fervent, feel even more unsettling. Sure, the banality of evil can look like a German office drone yawning as he tallies up body counts. But it can also look like a smitten teenager obsessing over a brief moment of eye contact with Hitler. Evil can also look sexy, like when the camera lovingly plays over Mosley’s toned biceps while he plots the violent overthrow of British democracy.
Despite being set almost a century ago, Outrageous couldn’t feel more timely. You might shiver in recognition when, in a breakfast-table debate about the horrors of the Nazi regime, Sydney remarks, “Unity’s letters don’t mention any atrocities. She says it’s lovely there.” Nancy, meanwhile, is an all-too-familiar figure in the age of Trumpism: a privileged woman willfully shutting out the harsh realities of the world until they become impossible to ignore. Smartly, the show adds a Jewish character (portrayed by Will Attenborough) to give Nancy a few much-needed reality checks.
At the heart of the series is Nancy’s relationship with Diana, which grows increasingly strained as the latter becomes ever more devoted to Mosley’s cause. It feels like the interwar equivalent of watching a loved one fall down the QAnon rabbit hole, and it’s echoed in the dissolution of Verity and Jessica’s relationship as they devote themselves to polar-opposite ideologies.
With her dry wit and knowing glances at the camera, Carter’s Nancy is essentially the Fleabag of the 1930s. Vanderham makes us sympathize with Diana even as we’re repulsed by her, all while oozing femme-fatale glamour. Though she’s the quietest of the bunch, Brough brings a gravity to Jessica that suggests her devotion to communism is more than just a phase. But the series’ breakout is Watson, who has to tread a fine line in playing a guileless teen girl who transforms into a true monster. The feverish look she gets when she so much as glimpses a framed portrait of Hitler is horrifying, but it’s also recognizable: If Unity were a Gen Z-er, she might have turned those same heart eyes on, say, Jacob Elordi rather than the most evil man in human history.
Maybe the most impressive thing about Outrageous is that it never judges the often repellent actions of its stranger-than-fiction subjects—only Nancy does, with the pithiness of a well-to-do lady novelist and the blind eye of a loving sister. Watching the Mitfords make terrible choice after terrible choice is like seeing a train wreck in slow motion while sipping on a flute of champagne.