Financial Times (London)
June 22, 2001
By Martin Hoyle

Still in the realms of gold, Byron's Women reminded us that Henry VIII had nothing on George Gordon when it came to callous, misogynistic self-indulgence; the abrasive contempt he hurled at his unfortunate wife and most of his mistresses is still breathtaking. Robin Brooks's serialisation was slightly marred by Byron himself sounding a bit common ( Joseph Fiennes) while some of his lights o' love sounded distinctly Oasis groupie, exception made of Emma Gregory's stylish Augusta. But Clive Brill's brisk, exuberant production was first-rate.