The Outlander series of novels has been reliably standing its readers' hairs on end since the early 1990s, and ardent fans can breathe a sigh of relief: This is a faithful and wonderful adaptation of rich and beloved source material. The casting is particularly choice, with a brooding light/dark Jamie with magnetism, a sweet and sexy Frank, and, best of all, the sumptuous Caitriona Balfe as Claire. She's as strong, compelling, and interesting as the Claire realized in Diana Gabaldon's book series, a woman of sulks and rages and a childlike sense of fun. She's a complicated woman, in a medium that doesn't often feature complicated women.
Thus, women in particular likely will be drawn to Outlander, with the juicy internal conflict Claire faces: Is it OK to get comfy in the 18th century with Jamie when her real husband, Frank, is waiting for her back in the present day? Will she ever get back there? Why is she here, anyway? This could all be eye-rollingly silly stuff, but, with dialogue and scenes lifted directly from the terrific novels and compelling actors emoting, Outlander is the very best kind of television (for adults, at least): quality that's also an addictive pleasure.