If you ever find yourself stranded inside due to the weather like me, or if you have an extended time in which you are looking to be exposed to a new show, please consider this. You will not be disappointed, you will be addicted and it will leave you talking for months to come.
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.
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.
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!
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?