The story is preposterous, so it's best to ignore it and enjoy the performances from a band of highly skilled professionals on top of their game.
Forget that this is probably the only grand Rectory left in church ownership - or that a vicar whose ex-orphan wife doesn't work can afford to run it AND employ a housekeeper (who would probably be paid more than he earns) AND pay for his wife's golf lessons - or that the wife, who is the sensible rock of the family turns out to be as mad as her mother - as does her daughter. Forget that the inside of the church is a lot smaller than the outside (a reverse TARDIS?).
Forget all that, suspend your disbelief and move into Grimms fairy story land. It's charming, with sharp touches of edge and blackness.
Forget that this is probably the only grand Rectory left in church ownership - or that a vicar whose ex-orphan wife doesn't work can afford to run it AND employ a housekeeper (who would probably be paid more than he earns) AND pay for his wife's golf lessons - or that the wife, who is the sensible rock of the family turns out to be as mad as her mother - as does her daughter. Forget that the inside of the church is a lot smaller than the outside (a reverse TARDIS?).
Forget all that, suspend your disbelief and move into Grimms fairy story land. It's charming, with sharp touches of edge and blackness.