When I love a good thing I seem to take it all in at once.
And so with Downton Abbey. I just watched the last two episodes and I am so sad it's done! It's so beautiful, the house, the clothes, the way with words. I simultaneously love it and hate it, I supposed that's how some the aristocracy back then felt; it is all impossible without the servants, and so comfortable, yet why should there be servants? And why are some more deserving, birth? It's all nonsense. Ill-justified, addictive, cushy, nonsense.
Can you imagine a person who's been swallowed by a transparent glob monster, and imagine them pressing against the sides trying to get out. The tension, the back and forth, the getting little or nowhere of it all is what the atmosphere of Downton Abbey reminds me of, when they pause a millisecond too long, and you remember how the world is not really a period drama. Not an early 20th century one at least, or not for me.
I wonder if it is, still, for the Queen of England ... does she comb the hair on her titular head? And what does she think of it all?
I've never met her, but I have seen her ... though it was hard to do so through her bevy of police escorts.
I'm surprised at how manipulative sisters can be. I'm not fond of Edith but Mary really did her bad and should have known better. Somehow, every time she foils Edith, Matthew slips away. And Edith loses favor every time she plots and is vindictive. She is a middle child though, and so never holds the attention long enough. They are better off being friends.
Sybil is entirely about women's rights, I love that she is and that she is so indiscriminately. It would be crazy good if she did have a crush on Matthew, but I doubt it. I can't see her in a sisterly squabble, and I'd hate for Branson to have his heart so broken, especially when his uniform matches my new bag. [I still think of returning it for the Picasso if the thrift store takes returns but this does give me pause, and it is so intriguing.]
So until Autumn 2011 comes around, I'll only have re-runs and fond memories ... and hopefully that necklace.
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