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The Excuse for My Lacking Love Life

Sadly, I suspect we're in trouble; Downton has stopped responding to my texts and won't return my calls...I think it's coming to an end.

"Love May Not Conquer All, But it Can Conquer Quite a Bit!" (S 5 E 8)

Writer's Note: I was supposed to be studying today...thanks Downton!

And of course, love was in the air in this night’s episode of Downton as we followed dear Rose down the smaller, more cost-efficient aisle. The young and formerly brazen MacClare finally settled down in the bonds of matrimony with dear Jewish Atticus, but the road to the altar was not without its detours. The looming fear of the arrival of Rose’s self-loathing mother was not an exaggeration of concern. The Debbie Downer attempted to ruin the momentous occasion more than once after finding out her future son-in-law’s religion and ethnicity. Initially attempting and failing to frame Atticus with some scandalous photos, Lady Flintshire capped off the breakup campaign with the announcement of her divorce from Shrimpie; specifically after being advised by Rose to appear the happy couple her parents never were and after Atticus’ father had noted his vehement opposition to divorce. This declaration was of course met by the perfectly synchronized duet of “what a bitch!” by my mother and me (apparently this has become our official summation of season 5). But ever the picture of grace and decorum and completely unshaken by the nerve of the deviant beast, Atticus’ mother intervened and saved the day, silencing both Lady Flintshire and Lord Aldridge for the remaining vows.

The resilience of Rose’s and Atticus’ love in the face of such adversity lends some hope to Isobel as she grapples with the decision to disregard the not so warm and fuzzy greeting she received from Lord Merton’s offspring and move forward in her pursuit for happiness. And in spite of her own concerns of losing her dear friend, Violet has been courted as well by Prince Kuragin, perhaps leading her to a less lonely life in her golden age and recapturing lost opportunities of the past. Yes, wasting no time, even to verify his wife’s death, the suave Prince Kuragin has skipped fanning the flames of Violet’s lady fire and just thrust a big old can of gasoline on there. They’re old; they don’t have the time or the energy to stoke the embers to build the bonfire.

With the flames of passion burning hotter than Edith’s bedroom, romantic love isn’t the only affection blossoming. Edith has taken quite well to motherhood and has adopted the more middle class approach to parenting when it comes to young Lavendar, doting on her daughter beyond the allotted visiting hour Mary has with George and worrying as a parent does when leaving the child behind for an out of town trip. Her concern for the child, along with some genetic resemblance, tips off the usually oblivious Donk (by the way, DON’T call him Donk!) as he puts two and two together and paired the maternity better than Maury Povich. However, I will say I am finally grateful that Edith has found her little sliver of sunshine in her otherwise disastrous life, as her trials and tribulations were beginning to wear on me; I was even taking to drinking to cope.

But in spite of all the love and adoration enveloping the Downton family, there are still some darker places of loneliness. After the announcement that Tom has officially decided to set sail for America with little Sybbie in tow, along with Rose’s marriage and Mr. Blake off to wherever the hell he went for work, Mary finds herself alone…well not alone but even worse, alone with Edith. And even now that Edith has her attention drawn to Pansey, Mary will be truly on her own. In spite of the overwhelming apathy she has shown to Edith in the past few episodes that was beginning to sour me toward her, my heart ached just a bit when she awkwardly invited herself to Tony and Mabel’s wedding. Some tea to wash down that foot, m’lady? Then again you led Tony on and baked with him, you stole Mabel’s lover from her only to toss him back like a used love sponge and now you want a wedding invite? If Edith had been there to witness this moment it would have given her more than enough ammunition to stock the allied forces for 50 D-Days. Nevertheless, I hope we're not changing the popular dictum to "Poor Mary," as I've grown accustomed to being a "Poor Edith" myself.

Another lonely soul who has virtually been neglected since season 1 has been Thomas. I must admit when the temporarily hired young footman first showed his face in the downstairs kitchen in London and Thomas began eyeing him, I thought could this be it? On the tail of his rainbow disease treatments, could Thomas finally have some luck in his awkward existence? Once in his sights, I began to assume Thomas was looking for another ally to plot his twisted schemes with, but perhaps as I jokingly suggested in earlier reviews, Thomas has turned over a new leaf and may have finally dropped the perpetual chip on his shoulder to make a few friends. He didn’t hesitate to foil Miss Danker’s plans of using the naïve lad to score some free drinks at the local casino and quickly put the maid in her place, but not before she got wasted and resurrected memories of Molesley’s drunken evening at Duneagle castle a few years ago. Thanks to Thomas, in addition to her self-imposed hangover, she also ended up footing the bill at the casino. Given the turn of Thomas and the slight chance that he may be changing for the better, I hope the next season affords him some love to brighten his rainbow. Joanne Froggatt seems to agree. Just so long as he behaves.

Daisy was also bitten by the bug of change this episode, as her educational enlightenment has opened her eyes to all the opportunities the world can hold for a girl, especially in the changing times of the 20s. Eager to explore the new world she discovered in London, Daisy announced her planned departure, which sadly sent Mrs. Patmore spiraling. Of course she wanted only the best for what has undoubtedly become her adopted daughter, but Mrs. Patmore, who has screamed and yelled and guided and encouraged and yes, even sent fake Valentines to young Daisy to spare her heart, can’t bear the thought of her absence. Daisy eventually discloses her intention to stay, refusing to go the way of Castle Black like so many aspiring servants before her, and may remain at Downton for another season yet.

In spite of his multiple moments of assholery, Donk provided Mrs. Patmore one more heart-mending moment when he had a plaque made as a memorial for her fallen nephew to hang on the wall in town. Showing he’s not all ego and stubbornness, Donk won a few more points on his score card and elicited a few tears from my mom and me (but to be fair we’d had a few glasses of wine and were vulnerable).

Again resounding on the redundancy of Downton that I had mentioned in the last episode review, the evening ended with Anna Bates being led off in cuffs, much like her husband had been, also on Episode 8 of season 2, also just before the Christmas special. The inspector and detective had visited Downton just before the family migrated to London, revealing that they had found more rape victims of Mr. Green’s, adding with the ignorance of modern day 20^th century that they had given him little to no encouragement prior to their rape (the statement of course prickled my spine and was worth mentioning, but reflected the accuracy of the times all the same). Summoning Anna to Scotland Yard, almost under the assumption that her plight may take a turn for the better with the other victims, the tables turned when she was forced to participate in a line-up for a witness. With the predictability of what Downton is becoming and those notorious spoilers, another Bates will spend Christmas in the clink. 

"Lack of Compassion can be as Vulgar as an Excess of Tears." (S 5 E 7)

And compassion is something Mary has been in short supply of for the last few episodes when it comes to poor Edith. After stealing away to London with her illicit child, the house was steeped in worry for the middle Crawley sister; well, all but Mary and Rose. Rose couldn’t manage to have her dinner plans canceled with the Aldridge family (much like she couldn’t handle having the trip to the races cancelled when Edith received news of Michael’s death). Perhaps Rose is spending too much time with Mary, who also turned an icy shoulder to Edith after she had gone, responding pointedly “Edith gone away, so what?” which drew from me “what a bitch!” Yes. I called my fake TV wife a bitch. Well, not my wife, because if you hadn’t heard, we’re getting divorced. But that was addressed in the last post. Thank you for your condolences. Anyways, neither Mary nor Rose would stand for the dinner to be cancelled, so in spite of the sister on the lam, the party went on.

News of the underlying factors of Edith’s disappearance soon reached Cora’s ears, just a few moments shy of Violet and Rosamund breaking the news themselves. After a (spiteful or concerned?) visit from Mrs. Drew, Cora gave Violet and Rosamund a sound verbal lashing for keeping her in the obsolete dark, and together they dashed off to London in search of Poor Edith. Once stumbling upon her and nearly creating a very un-ladylike scene, she met the trio for tea and hatched a plan to return little Posey to Downton without raising questions, and Edith prepared to take on a foster child.

The arrival of Tulip did raise some questions for Anna and Mrs. Hughes, who have been collecting tidbits of hints about the child like Hansel and Gretel collecting bread crumbs, but the matter was pushed to the side as bigger issues had presented themselves. Anna and Bates continue to mull over the inspections and investigations, and carry quite a grudge against Baxter for talking to the police in spite of her claims that she told them nothing. This is where I get a tad hazy in the hypocrisy. Mrs. O’Brien was forced to take the stand at Bates’ last trial and ultimately provided evidence against him, as did Mrs. Hughes and Lord Donk. But rotting in a jail cell, his fate unknown, Bates advised Anna to forgive and forget, because they were in positions that they could not help. Perhaps time in prison hardened Bates so that even when no evidence is given, no sentence ruled, and no history of bad blood is present, he and Anna can still be vindictive towards Baxter, in spite of her own position. On the positive side, Bates acknowledges that the love sponge was not Anna’s, and the two start planning their happily ever after future of a family and a small blissful motel. Because how could an establishment named the Bates’ Motel be anything but happy and peaceful? Hmmm…maybe Anna should hold off on the babies.

Tony is continuing to struggle with the reality that his baking with Mary is now over. He still believes she is betrothed to him after taking a piece of that pie, and he shares with Blake that he still doesn’t believe Mary wants to break it off, because of course saying “I don’t want to marry you” wasn’t clear enough. It’s hard to hear the truth, and even harder to accept it after she spends a precious sponge on you, but for god’s sake get a clue! Finally Blake stepped in on his white horse and locked lips with Mary at the movies knowing Tony would stumble upon them. The lightning strikes and the bulb above his beautiful but empty head flickers on. “You could have just told me to leave.” Um, because “it’s over” wasn’t it. “I don’t love you.” Nope, not comprehending. “Mabel doesn’t need to sponge with you.” Lalalala, I can’t hear you! Bye Tony.

As he prances off to spend a life of matrimony with Mabel, two more weddings are flooding the Crawley house, and none too warmly welcomed. After Isobel announced her engagement to Lord Merton (and yes I now realize I jumped the gun on the last blog, sorry if I gave any spoilers but as I always say, I blame the UK), a dinner was planned to formally introduce Isobel to the good ole offspring. Larry left a bitter taste in the mouths of everyone at Downton during his last visit, especially Tom, whom he slipped a mickey into his drink (or a molly, we can’t truly be sure of his intentions…looks like a Thomas to me). And in true fashion, he continued to be a jerk, though he brought reinforcements this time with his brother. A discussion of religious differences stemming from Rose and Atticus’ relationship turned harsh as they noted that all considerable differences doom marriages, including class differences such as the lowly Mrs. Crawley and their high and mighty family. Please note, though being middle class is damning in this world, being a prat is completely permitted if you have the money and the title to cover up your being an ass clown. Well maybe not completely permitted as it ultimately got him extricated from the dining room, but let’s be real, he’ll go on to live another prat-filled day in his prat-filled life and no real consequences will ever come to his leisurely and entitled world. Yeah I'm using a lot of English lingo...I think if I master these terms I could be entitled to a bilingual stipend at work.

Rose and Atticus on the other hand crept away and in an all too familiar manner, Atticus proposed to Rose, but she would only give an answer if he did it properly. I told you she was spending too much time with Mary, now she’s stealing lines that Mary gave long before she even joined this damn show! Please don’t mistake my jokes and banter with these characters as dislike, I love this show, as the title of my blog so aptly points out, but it seems this season is brimming with recreations of previous incidents, and though initially I found it to be cutely coincidental, now it reeks of lack of imagination and original ideas. From another righteous character with a shady criminal past who may have been sacked (Bates and Baxter), to another accusation of murder for Bates, Thomas continuing to backstab, another house servant studying to make something better of themselves, Mary mulling over men and Edith being ransacked by every moment of life ever, can we please have a change in pace here?

In spite of the repetitiveness, some things have changed. We were thrown a curveball with Violet and the true reasons of her despair with Isobel, noting that she was losing her companion and friend to this marriage, not losing her high ground to the middle class Crawley. Becoming teary-eyed, the poor dowager discloses her fears of loneliness after her partner in crime ties the knot. Tom changes the game up a bit as well as he determines he and Sybbie will be leaving the family to travel to America. What I loved about this scene, aside from the fact that we see a parent actually spending time with their child (yes Alastair B, we know aristocrats don’t do this and it shouldn’t be expected), but I loved that they were playing Poohsticks. Yes Poohsticks. No, not poo-sticks, that’s an entirely different game that involves a dog and a lot of hand-washing after. Poohsticks was part of a Winnie the Pooh cartoon I watched as a child. Winnie and Piglet played this on the local bridge of the hundred acre wood, and upon stepping to the other side to spot the winner, the poor despondent donkey Eeyore came floating out the other end…"don’t mind me, nobody ever does.” I’d be lying if I didn’t half expect Lord Donk to come floating out as well, as I’d assumed this was what donkeys do in England. Oh well.

In sad closure of this blog, Isis, Donk’s beloved four-legged friend, was diagnosed with cancer, and most likely, will be gone by the next episode. I can’t even. I won’t. I love dogs and I’ve lost a few to cancer. Goodbye Isis. That is all.

A Kiss on My Broken Heart

Happy Sappy Valentine's Day, the day where you watch everyone else celebrate love with their loves, and you watch the people you love get engaged to someone else. There are reports swirling that Michelle may be engaged to her longtime love, Mr. Friend, aka John Dineen. If this is true, I wish them all the best, but remain a mangled mass of feels as I realize I must release my beloved Fake TV Wife to another...I need a kiss on my broken heart. Or some more chocolate. And a Pity Valentine from Mrs. Patmore. Maybe I'll just jump the fence, getting men has always been easier anyways, oddly enough.

"Aimless Thinking is Very Overrated!" (S 5 E 6)

Apologies for this very delayed review, as my initial review of the season warned, I would most likely get busy, and I happen to be preparing for this little pesky exam that my entire career depends on, so most of my free time has been dedicated to studying. I hope I can keep up for the remainder of the season.

It’s no wonder the amazing Maggie Smith wins so many awards with the lines Mr. Fellowes writes for her as it seems nearly all of my reviews have begun with her quotes. Sadly, this was not quite the aimless thinking that usually lands people like myself in trouble, but the grieving process of Edith who finally confirmed that Michael is in fact, dead. While Edith turns this cold truth in her head and the last light of hope is extinguished in her maimed heart, for pretty much everyone else in the house, life has gone on. And Mary could be no truer to her cruel persona than when she apathetically shot Edith down after telling her to stay away from the horse races because she “usually spoils everything.” In the midst of her overwhelming grief, ever impulsive Edith decides to flee Downton, scooping up Orchid up from the Drew farm and devastating one more adoptive family before she dashes off to London (damn it Edith stop doing that you selfish cow!). Don’t get me wrong, I totally get the grief a mother could feel being forcibly separated from her child, but as a potential future adoptive mother, my biggest fear is a biological mother popping back up after I fall in love with my child and taking them away, so I cried for Mrs. Drew when she was kissing Clover goodbye.

But no tears will be shed when Tony is weaned from Mary’s teat and effectively transitioned back to Mabel Fox, a scheme which seems to be nearly complete following the horse races. Again the catty exchanges between Mary and Mabel provided a brief glimpse of the old Mary we loved, slipping a little sting back into her tail, but one or two lines an episode just doesn’t seem to be enough of the witty banter that made me fall in love with her in the first place. The new hairstyle kind of made up for it though.

Mary wasn’t the only one who had a bit of sting resurface in her, as Cora finally confronted Lord Donk on his jack-assery. Continuing to carry the grudge of the incident with Bricker, Donk remained in his dressing room during the evenings, throwing the issue back in Cora’s face with his holier than thou demeanor. But, having no more of his childish pouting, Cora obliviously posited to him that if he hadn’t ever led another woman astray, he’d better damn well get his ass back in their bed, post-haste! Well, I’m not sure that was the Lady-version of it, but I think that might have been the American interpretation. After thinking over it for a moment, during which no doubt, maid Jane popped up in his little brain, he shuffled back to their room with his tail between his legs.

And in more news of marital discord, Bates found Mary’s contraceptive in Anna’s drawer (am I the only one wondering what kind of contraceptives there were back then? I mean is this the elusive sponge Elaine from Seinfeld raved about so much? Perhaps when they were still being manufactured and well-supplied? If they weren't, I'll bet Mary was kicking herself after finding Tony wasn't sponge-worthy). Anyways, predictably this caused some confusion and anger, but in spite of the accusations that flew and Anna ultimately admitting it was Mary’s love sponge, when Bates countered that Mary couldn’t have used it with all that Matthew dying business, Anna refused to reveal that Mary got her naughty on with Tony. Instead, Bates assured her he was not a murderer and she could have his children without worrying they would be the next Ted Bundys of the world and Anna cried and they kissed and made up. So the moment was left with Bates thinking she used contraception on him. But they both seem to be okay with this so why ruminate on it? Because I’m a ruminator and these loose ends bother me, that’s why Mr. Fellowes! But on the lighter side, Bates didn’t do it, so cheers Bates!

In spite of this little tidbit, however, the investigation drags on as the inspector and the police office return for yet another round of questioning (you’d think as many times as they’ve appeared in these episodes I’d have learned their names by now, but I can’t be bothered to, they bother me too much). This time they moved on to Baxter after some nameless ass clown sent them a letter tipping them off that she had some information. Thankfully she didn’t roll over, and this recently reformed Mother Theresa actually continues to extend the olive branch to Thomas in spite of his ill-fated plot. She helped him seek out medical assistance when his gay treatment went awry and left a huge welt on his buttocks at the injection site of his heroin or silver nitrate or whatever the hell they claimed cured the rainbow disease back in the day. Could it be that Baxter might break through that rough exterior of Thomas’ and he’ll turn into the wonderful Mr. Nice Guy we all knew was hiding deep down inside, befriending everyone at Downton with all forgiven and forgotten? Well…maybe we’d better just grab some of that LSD and make the best of the current situation.

Finally leveling the old bitty playing field, Isobel is to accept Lord Merton’s proposal and will soon be promoted to Lady Merton, becoming Violet’s equal not only in wit and cutting banter, but in formal titles as well. In spite of the dowager’s ongoing interference to stop this progression through the social ranks, she has lost the battle. One might even say that she may even be beginning to lose the war, as Isobel begins to prepare for the grace and decorum of Ladyhood and Violet can barely get her new maid to wash her panties. Please, for the love of god, don’t let the countess go commando, the thought of which will cure my own rainbow disease.

...ouch

Ellen Terry Has Nothing on You When it Comes to Stringing Out a Moment (S 5 E 5)

Ellen Terry has nothing on Mr. Fellowes when it comes to stringing out this mishap with the Bates’ and Mr. Green’s investigation. It seems as though this has been going on for an eternity though we’ve only endured it for four episodes. We were first introduced to the inquisitive police officer in episode 2 as he begins his quest with superficial questions that hardly warrant the trip to the abbey to begin with. Each subsequent return involves questioning Bates, then a return to question Carson, then a return to question Anna and Lady Mary. Though this would logically be the course of action taken, it seems we’re being subjected to a play by play of events each episode, save some coverage of the detectives’ meals and bedtime rituals. Thankfully they had the presence of mind to interview both Mary and Anna at the same time so we could be one step closer to wherever this is leading us (which, thanks to the foresight afforded to me by UK airing spoilers, I know what is coming, I’m just not sure how or when and I’m tired of waiting).

Of course, waiting is a foreign concept to Edith, who has pushed and pushed to force her way back into little Daffodil’s life, in spite of numerous warnings from Mr. Drew on behalf of his miffed wife. Against common sense, Edith took Rosamund down for a visit to the Drew farm and shoved Mrs. Drew from thoroughly annoyed to positively pissed. Drew admits to his poorly executed plan we criticized from episode 2 and emphasized (for a third time) that Edith should keep her distance at the risk of the family moving away to avoid her. While I can’t slight the woman for her desperation with this child, I just want to kick her, for I can’t help but feel if she had given them a little space to breathe, perhaps the issue could have been approached a different way after the Mrs. calmed down to benefit everyone. But Edith has the impulsivity of a 7 year old with ADHD annnnd she blew it. Poor, poor Edith. But she’s hatching a plan that will undoubtedly result in uprooting (no pun intended) the little flower child, and giving this kid a lifetime worth of therapy for being ripped from two families before her 3^rd birthday.

Speaking of therapy, let’s not forget Thomas’ ongoing treatments which have left him looking slightly more ghoulish than before and on the verge of collapse. Finally confirmation was given that he’s trying to, ahem, straighten himself out (this review’s getting punnier by the minute) and while many have noted his sickly appearance, only one has and continues to reach out with support. Not that he deserves it after his manipulative scheme fell flat on its face, but Baxter has been the epitome of forgive and forget as she tries to break through Barrow’s defenses and knock some sense into him. Sadly, in spite of his previous whimperings of having no friends, Thomas swats Baxter away and continues to scheme against the Bates’, securing his place as the most hated man in Downton.

Correction: The most hated man downstairs in Downton. The title of the most hated man upstairs was bequeathed to Mr. Bricker, whom after weeks of flirting, finally made his move in a most Turkish way by creeping into Cora’s room while Lord Donk was believed to be gone for the evening. His attempts to seduce Cora were slightly less successful than Mr. Pamuk with Mary, and Lord Donk returned early to find the creeper in his chambers. After Bricker essentially spoke the truth about Donk’s emotional negligence towards Cora, Donk’s fist called an unscheduled meeting with Bricker’s teeth and the two brawled. The noise prompted Edith to inquire after their well-being through a closed door, and Cora to conjure an excuse that a parent may have sputtered out when their child walked in on them making whoopee: “we were just playing a silly game.” Of what, leap frog?? Either way Bricker is asked to leave and Donk refuses to speak to Cora even though she maintained that Bricker came on his own accord. Now granted, Cora had kind of played along in the game with Bricker, and only haplessly put off his advancements, but the reality is at the end of the night, she refused him. So I can only wonder if Lord Donk’s silence was an expression of his anger towards her, or his silent reflection of the time he actually did cheat on his wife and made out with the housemaid, Jane and paid for the kid’s education. Remember her? Yeah, set down that first stone, donkey boy.

Caught in their own ongoing love triangle, Blake devises a meeting between Mary and the rejected Mabel Fox to try and pawn Tony back onto Mabel and relieve Mary of his Ike Turner anger issues. Mabel didn’t take too kindly to the plan and though they were only on screen for a moment, I relished the exchange between the two ladies. Michelle spared no aristocratic attitude on Tony’s former fiancée. It was back to the drawing table for Blake and Mary, but really I don’t understand the waste in effort and energy; Tony slept with Mary. Given her past record with lovers, the dude’s going to be dead within the next month anyways.

Though Tony’s death could resolve a few issues, the death of an aunt only brought about more for Mrs. Patmore when she received a tidy sum of money as an inheritance. Unsure of how to invest, she first sought out Mr. Out of Touch Carson, who reveled in the moment, though Mrs. Hughes tried her best to put him off. In an effort to appear up with the times, Carson consulted with Lord Donk on the down low and passed the advice to Mrs. Patmore. Taking advice from the Lord who bankrupted himself and the abbey with poor investments in the past seems to me a bad idea, and Mrs. Hughes and Mrs. Patmore agreed side-stepping Carson’s suggestion was probably ideal, and worked their womanly magic to appease the man through the let-down.

Another let-down was Tom’s refusal to fight for Sarah Bunting when she left. Though my mother cheered on her departure, I had hoped that the poor widower had finally found love, and was disappointed to see he couldn’t muster the huevos to make her stay. But I must admit, there may have been a hint of maturity in his decision that I simply refuse to see because I really, really wanted this to happen. Damn you Branson. Damn you. But love may still conquer all, or at least misguided unlucky in love youngsters as Rose may have met her prince charming, Atticus. Not the southern lawyer dude, the former part Russian kind of Jewish totally sexy dude. Well, I’m assuming he’s sexy, as I don’t suspect I’m a good source of reference on sexy men.

Sidebar: There’s a nudist colony in Essex. Michelle is from Essex. Can I expect a nude Michelle in the next episode or any following episodes this season? Please? Julian?

Just Because...

...I love this pic of Joanne

credit to Downton_abbeyx on Instagram

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Meeting Jo a Second Time

Did I say I love LA? Because I do, I really do. We get so many opportunities to meet our favorite celebs. I, of course, only obsess about once every 6 years, but when I do, I usually get lucky in meeting them! This is the reward we get for putting up with California traffic! 

Jo really is incredibly sweet, as she was when I first met her and some of the other cast and she gave her time to everyone, even all the pushy crazy autograph hunters before she had to go inside. She's become my second Fake TV Wife...

 circa August 2014