Now I’m just going to help Julian Fellowes write the tagline for season three: Incest is coming.
- via my recap of Downton Abbey on New Now Next
The future is upon the ladies of Downton, and the Dowager Countess is not feeling it whatsoever. As she so wonderfully stated, she would rather stay on a chaise lounge than adapt to any of the new trends. Sybil, of course, is the exact opposite, which is not surprising, because girl has been known to rock a mean pair of genie pants. Mary too, is open to change. She sounds like a fashion editor who just came back from the Paris shows and is now questioning their entire style aesthetic. I imagine if Mary were around today, she would have sounded like this: “You guys, all the French women are rocking short hair now. Get me locks of love immediately, because the whole looking like a boy things is going to be huge this fall and I NEED to be ahead of this whole Albert Nobbs trend.’
Mary is pushing him around all day and complaining that her arm muscles are going to look like Jack Johnson, which sounded really stupid at first (because I’ve seen singer Jack Johnson in real life and LOL, no.) but turns out the Johnson Mary was referring to was the first African American Heavyweight champ. Whatever, Mary shouldn’t be talking about Johnsons in front of Matthew because his is broken.
All dreams of sexing her cousin are crushed, but yet she still sits by his bedside, wiping vomit away from his mouth. So basically, Mary Crawley is now living my college experience.
And so many more here.
When we last left our favorite well-run yet amazingly dysfunctional household, we saw big changes afoot for the Crawleys and their staffers as patriarch Lord Grantham declared that Britain was at war with Germany – just a little skirmish we know now as World War I. After that premiere, it’s obvious nothing will ever be the same –except for the Laura Linney intros.
- my Downton Abbey recap. I call Edith a virgin who can’t drive.
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