I’ve been home bound and thought to catch up with the rest of the world who watched more than the last season of Downton. Watching seasons one and two was fascinating–class and bitchiness were so much more evident. And the contrast in staff level by the end of the series was, well, quite unbelievable. Surely the skeleton staff at the end of the series could not maintain the house. And all the brouhaha about Tom and Lady Mary turning the place around economically–by the end, no one in the family was doing a stitch of work. The children had disappeared into the nursery, not even to show up for the weddings. Marigold, especially, turned out to be as invisible as last year’s frock.
If I were a British programmer, I’d combine Harry Potter and Downton. The place would make a wonderful school of magic for George, little Sybil, and sweet babe of Anna and Bates (was he named?).
In the meantime, I’ll finish my catching up. Lavinia just died, so I’m looking forward to seeing how Mary ditches her cruel fiance. As I remember where I started Downton, Mary had to persuade Matthew to take the money and invest it in Downton. I like Matthew, and will watch till he dies. I don’t want to watch Anna and Bates’ agonies so will fast forward over the prison and rape scenes.
Overall, I enjoy Downton, old and recent. It’s a good antidote to the trashy Kings and Queens of Versailles threatening to take over American culture. And to the bang bang you’re dead cop dramas. But it does make it hard to get out of bed in the morning without a lady’s maid and breakfast in bed.