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The theme of the season so far seems to be that show, tradition,
and style are on their way out. The world is changing after the war, and it’s time to move
on from large homes, parties, appearances, and white tie outfits with tails. Poor Violet. Maggie
Smith’s reactions were classic in this episode.
It’s time for the show to give us some new romantic
tension. Sybil and Mary, the prettiest, best sisters are married, and we want
them to stay that way. Of course, we won’t mind a few heated fights between
Mary and Matthew, but there needs to be a new budding couple. But who? We can’t
say we give a crud about Edith. We can’t believe Robert Grantham didn’t want
Edith to marry the old dude, Anthony Strallan. What?!! It’s not like ol’ Plain Face
ever had any other prospects. What’s the big deal? Edith already looks like an
old lady. (On this show. In real life, the actress looks her age.)
By this point, Thomas just needs to be gone. He doesn’t
even add anything juicy. It seems like O’Brien hating him came out of nowhere.
We guess she feels guilty about the soap and the miscarriage, and she doesn’t
want to have anything to do with sabotage anymore. But is that Thomas’s fault?
Did we miss a scene? The poverty storyline needs to lead somewhere good. We’re sick
of hearing everyone fight and talk about money. Still, we loved granny and Mary
conspiring together. They need to team up more often.
We especially liked Violet trying to get money out of Martha
while also trying to hide her obvious disdain for Martha. Throwing a huge party
when you are poor in order to get more money seems counterintuitive, but if it
works… Well. It didn’t. We liked the twist where everything with the banquet
went wrong. We love how direct Martha is, how she knows she’s rich and doesn’t
apologize for it, and how she made the party into an indoor picnic.
We love Isobel. She’s such a do-gooder. A home for
prostitutes seeking to get out of the life is one of the best things ever. What’s
up with that old maid? Is she a prostitute now? Oh no. We’re less proud of
Daisy this week, getting all judgmental. We know Daisy has quite the
conscience, but Reed is pretty and she goes after what she wants. Both Reed and
Cora’s mom are a lot of fun. We loved when Reed said, “I’m an American, Alfred.
And this is 1920.” We will be sad if and when she leaves. Reed and Alfred are the
only unmarried couple heating up the screens right now.
And Bates. Oh Bates. He’s still on the show and people still
care. We have always entertained the thought that Bates might not actually be
innocent. It would be way more interesting if he were guilty. Still, let’s not
jump to that conclusion so soon. He threatened the other prisoner mostly to
protect himself, and it was smart. Some focus surprisingly went to Mrs. Hughes,
who might have cancer, but only Mrs. Patmore knows so far. Hopefully something good
or entertaining can come out of this, because right now it’s just sad.
This season hasn’t been the Downton we obsessed over near
the end of seasons one and two, but we liked it better than the last episode. It
was mostly good for its humor. We miss Sybil and her hottie.
Episode grade: B+
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