It being Sunday night, aka Downton Abbey Night, and me having resisted this temptation in previous weeks, I’m going to take the easy road and devote a post to Downton Squeeing.
Big developments this week? I found myself, for the very first time, actually kinda liking Branson. Granted, he’s still a dolt who makes some really poor choices, but his admission to feeling bad watching that family’s house burn made me think more of him than ever before. Of course, he undoes a lot of this by, y’know, running off ahead of his pregnant wife and not having told her about attending meetings where violence was planned (not to say I’m not sympathetic with the Irish cause, just sayin’ that not letting your wife in on the details is not cool).
I’m also strangely not annoyed with Isobel these days, which is a welcome change from last season. I greatly appreciate her holding her tongue regarding Ethel’s choice (thinly veiled though that cover was).
Then there’s Ethel herself. It’s not that I don’t feel bad for her situation, but I’d feel it more keenly if I’d liked her more to start with, which I didn’t. So. That said, her kid is going to be in for a world of therapy unless his fabulous Grandpapa succumbs to heart disease and leaves him with only the influence of his wimpy Grandmama.
I’m still basking in relief about Mrs. Hughes’s all-clear on that cancer scare. Last season I was complaining about her not getting screen time, and I think that cancer thing was aimed at me to stop complaining. Needless to say, I’m more than happy to have that woman in her room futzing with a toaster.
Not liking the new footman. He’s smiley and carved outta cream cheese. However, even with that, I don’t wish him the evil about to befall him being the object of Thomas’s attention.
That leads to my comments on Mr. Carson: he should have sold the steady-capable guy a little better. His giving in to every whim of Lady Mary is what brings us Smiley who will only bring chaos downstairs and we all know it. And this after I thought he had it all together doing that remedial spoon training session.
Daisy needs to look outside the estate for a date. Really, why feel bad? It’s not that she isn’t getting attention from a footman, she’s just avoiding getting Miss O’Brien as an in-law. Doesn’t Mrs. Pattmore have some eligible nephews lying around somewhere?
Of course, back above stairs, I’m kind of waiting for Edith to just start, I dunno, shooting things? Building bombs? Something crazy.
Mary’s a bit on the dull side this week, as is her mother.
Matthew? Well, when has someone performing an audit ever been that interesting. The place is run inefficiently? NO! REALLY?!?!? He shouldn’t have had to sift through the books to find that one out.
Lord Grantham was also not super exciting this week, but, let’s face it, when he is super exciting, it’s usually a bad deal for others (affairs with maids, losing the family fortune….). Maybe he can get a toaster like Mrs. Hughes.
Of course, The Dowager Countess was in her characteristic fine form. I had my phone out to tweet some her zingers, but when I had about three in a row from her and couldn’t choose one (though her telling Edith “Stop whining!” was probably the best as far as I’m concerned), I gave up. The woman makes a great show to a fantastic show. When are they going to sell What Would The Dowager Countess Do? T-shirts?
And that leave me with Anna and Bates. Of course, they have never really stopped being my favorite couple, but they returned to the top of the melty-adorable-squee pile with their letter reading this evening. So many things happen within just an ep or two in this series (Edith’s engaged, Edith’s at the alter-oh-wait-she’s-jilted; The Crowley’s are losing Downton, oh-wait, now there’s Reggie Swires dinero to bail them out…), how the hell come is it taking so long to FREE BATES?!?!?!?!?