Monday 31 October 2011

Downton Abbey, episode seven, series two



Watching 'Downton' is like viewing in fast-forward.  If the Keystone Cops turn up it wouldn't come as a surprise.  (The evenings are long now and the competition in the wake of 'Spooks' non-existent, so that's the excuse.)

Matthew walked!  Sybil eloped!  And came back!  Robert tried it on with a housemaid!  The O'Briens were ruined!  Bates is going to cop it for murder!  Richard tried to bribe Anna to spy on Mary!  Ethel burst in on an upstairs luncheon with her illegitimate baby!  Whom, btw, the short-sighted cook had recognised in an instant....  And everyone kept broadcasting that times, they were a-changing (life's so dull after a war, skirts and hair are getting shorter, there's this dreadful flu going around etc.)  It's all about as subtle as a poke in the eye, and as believable as if the poking finger belonged to Mickey Mouse.  Roll on WWII?

In the meantime, roll on 'Top Boy', which seems to have advance praise.  Same writer as 'Hidden' but we won't hold that against it.

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