So, Julian Fellowes and the writers of Downton Abbey have FINALLY given us something REAL this season, something that approaches genuine human feeling.
But I'll come back to that.
Can even Mary--MARY--be so SELF-ABSORBED not to realize that HER SISTER HAS HAD A BABY????? Or are we supposed to think that everyone upstairs has suddenly caught a very bad case of the STUPIDS? (Even DAISY wouldn't need that teacher, that Miss-Whats-Her-Name to spell it out for her!)
BORING BORING BORING
And what the HELL is up with the Bateses??? They have NOTHING to do, except give poor old Baxter the air?! "Eoh, Mrs. Hyooz, I'm so veddy soddy, I BURNT that ticket; Bates will just have to hang!" Oh, except that REAL ESTATE FEVER has apparently struck EVERYONE DOWNstairs (the stupids being the scourge of the folks UPstairs, remember), so Anna and Bates are going to buy a nice little place and rent it out until they retire. I guess they could always call it...get ready for it...BATES MOTEL! (Seriously, Julian Fellowes, you're going to make it THAT easy?)
Honestly, if I were Joanne Froggatt and/or Brendan Coyle, I'd be A) worried B) demanding better story lines C) hoping it will all be over very soon D) looking for other work, or E) all of the above.
BORING BORING BORING!
So that brings us to that one GENUINE thing that's happened this entire BORING season of Downton Abbey. Isis has cancer. By next Sunday, she'll probably be out of the story, poor girl. But that's not even the genuine moment I am talking about. No, that moment happened when Robert came into the bedroom carrying Isis, saying he was going to sleep with her in his dressing room, because she probably wouldn't last the night, and he didn't want her to be alone and afraid.
As anyone who has ever loved and lost a beloved dog (or any other pet, I imagine) can tell you, IT DOESN'T GET ANY REALER THAN THAT.
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