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?
This week I cover the new season of Downton Abbey (without any spoilers), some new releases including Adam Sandler's biggest hit in years, another excellent Criterion release, a John Ford gem and a round-up of (mostly) British TV. Enjoy.
When I watch shows like Downton I like to imagine that I'm just like one of the characters in the story. Usually, it's the heroine (because really, who wants to be Daisy?). I'm a Crawley, for sure, but which one?
Like so many millions of others, I was enthralled by the first two seasons of Downton Abbey. But now I am done. I find myself alternately bored and irritated while watching the show, and here are my reasons I no longer care.
SPOILER ALERT: This entire article contains tons of spoilers about how every member of the upper-class family of Downton Abbey is systematically eliminated in various ways in slow-motion by an uprising of the servant class until the walls of Downton are soaked in aristocratic blood.
It was only last week that we saw Edith writhing in bed, wondering how on Earth she'd survive without the slithering presence of Sir Anthony in her life, but here she is making herself useful, or at least trying to.