Dear Downton (both the upstairs AND the downstairs, and the guest house),
God, how I resisted your temptations. When everyone else was screaming, “You must watch! It’s amazing!” I avoided your period attire and sloping lawns. When others cried, “I’m addicted!” my retort was, “I’m not on that bandwagon, yo.” When YouTube videos were posted of girlish-trifectas with their wine and their Downton-viewing-parties I might have giggled with their comedic repertoire, but stayed the urge, did I, to see what all the fuss was about.
And then…at some point…IWASTAKENUNAWARES! I had no new CW shows to push me through my workout; Revenge was on hiatus and I’d completely given up on The Biggest Loser. And so I turned to you, Downton. To your Crawleys and your Bateses and your British accents…OH! the British accents. To be frank, Downton, you had me from the first chime of the bell in your credits. The falling petal only suffused my desire to devour your episodes, one by one, until NOW whence I have only 3 episodes left in the second season! (The “Christmas Episode” IS an actual episode, yes? Please say.)
I disliked Lady ____ in the beginning but adore her now (and also kinda want to be her) and her desire for love except that she should have said yes to _______ (#getshotterineveryepisode) who is now so sad and alone after his accident but she’s engaged to someone else! And dear _______! He’s died but at least silly _____ was smart enough to _____ him before he gasped his last breath. And _____ and ____…when will it be their time? I assume his wife will return with vengeance. She’s such a wench. My favorite scene by far was when _______ returned from being MIA and walked in the room and ____ saw him as she was singing and he joined in. So romantical…sigh.
So, in conclusion Downton (and PBS, if I may), can you please lengthen your episodes next season? Seven to eight scrumptious tidbits is simply not enough.
Sincerely,
Alayne (The girl who jumped on the bandwagon and can’t.get.off!)
