We don't watch "Downton Abbey" because the Crawley family is unusually susceptible to tragedy. In fact, I suspect many of us watch it because it extracts such high doses of drama and tension from such trivial concerns.
"Downton Abbey" fans, I know you're still reeling from what happened in the final minute of the show's season and I know it may be hard to hear this, but all things considered, I think that death was for the best.
Traditional television networks, terrified that they may be aboard the Titanic en route for an iceberg, will attempt to steer their ship to safety the only way they know how: by producing knockoffs. Here are the top 10 ripoffs we'd most like to see.
Just like the original PBS series of a similar name, the attention to detail is exquisite. With Brooke Shields cast as the lovely wife and SNL's Fred Armisen as the homely daughter, they have made an absolutely perfect mockery of the esteemed drama.
Discovering a show that both my husband and I enjoy is a gift. We watch together even if it means one of us must wait for the other to be available. In our almost empty nest, enjoying "Downton Abbey" has turned Sunday evening into a new date night.
Welcome, readers and children, and gather round the fire! Our favorite British sitcom family was on the receiving end of a lot of ghoulish life lessons last night -- lessons about the poisons of lust, power and vanity! Lend us your ears.
The Crawley sisters have replaced the "SATC" ladies via Masterpiece's "Downton Abbey." There's the beautiful and sweet Sybil, who couldn't care less about the British class system and marrying below her, Mary, the object of every man's affections ... and Edith.
Thomas is kissing boys and getting caught. Cousin Rose is dancing to jazz. Edith is flirting with another married man. Matthew and Mary are sneaking around behind each other's backs. Branson's disgracefully Irish brother won't stop drinking beer. On and on it goes!
Today I have published my third memoir. It is called Picasso's Ghost because that is what I felt like during this struggle to gain self worth -- a ghost. No, it wasn't Pablo Picasso who jilted me. It was his son, Claude.
Boil, toil and trouble. That's all that ever happens over at Ol' Crawley Manor these days. The house has degenerated into a bachelor pad filled with empty beer bottles and takeout containers. The whole darn place is in a funk.
Sybil's body isn't even cold, yet the residents kept scheming, especially Matthew, who just can't wait to get cracking on his plan to reform the estate. And speaking of Matthew, there sure was a lot of foreshadowing in that one scene, wasn't there?