The Smalldogs Go to Downton (Spoilers)

“Their pretensions are naked and vulnerable and for that reason, to me at least, rather charming.”
― Julian Fellowes, Snobs

Make this your mantra, and all will be well.
Make this your mantra, and all will be well.

Judging from social media, the entire fandom is just about ready to riot and tear Dark Lord Fellowes limb from limb, to which I say: really?  I love Downton Abbey with the deep affection of pretty costumes, good actors, and clever writing, but the truth is, it’s a soap opera.  A gorgeous, sumptuous soap opera in a marvelous setting with (usually) higher quality characters, but at this point I don’t think the soapiness can be denied.

Lest you think I’m being judgey and turning up my nose, never fear, I’m still sucking it down in gulps.  I just find it odd (and sometimes morbidly hilarious) that story arcs, once finished are seldom referred to again – and when they are resurrected, the effect is sort of stilted.  Lavinia’s father leaves Matthew a fortune, but Matthew is too guilt ridden to accept it.  Until he’s miraculously not anymore.  Ta da!  Problem solved.  Slightly more hilarious to me was Cora trying to ask Mary if she wanted any sex advice on her wedding day – lest we forget this wedding almost didn’t happen because she once took a lover.  In soap operas, characters go from one crisis to the next and somehow life goes on and past dealings are forgotten – despite the fact that the disfigured man may be your cousin, you lose the use of your legs, you do battle with your siblings, you get left at the altar, your fiance blackmails you, and papa’s just lost the family fortune.  Again.  The disfigured possible cousin will literally vanish never to be seen of more, all the doctors will be wrong and you will walk again, you’ll still do battle with your siblings because drama is as permanent in this world as death and taxes, you’ll go on to start a column (Dear Downton Abb[e]y?), the blackmailing fiance goes the way of the cousin, and money will present itself in an improbable way.

Which means, cynically, that as ticked as I am that my favorite character was killed off, I doubt it will make much difference in the show.  It’s formula is largely season contained crises with a cliffhanger at the end.  It’s a successful TV model, there’s a reason soaps ran for decades, but I wonder how long it’s sustainable.  Soaps are also dying, you may have noticed.  But as long as the writing’s good (and Maggie Smith’s involved), I’ll feed the addiction.

With that in mind, we bring you a play by play of tonight’s episode:

“Lord Grantham dislikes medical detail.”  No kidding.  With dire consequences.

O’Brien, you scheming cow.  Soapiness.

Thomas, keep your hands to yourself.

Ha!  The proof is, literally, in the pudding! Pastry will out!

Isobel meddles so cheekily.

I still can’t tell exactly what got up the nose of Bates cellmate and the gaoler, they seem to be evil for absolutely no reason.  Soapiness.

Being business like is being middle class – quelle horreur.

“I’ll get a baby out of you one way or another!”  Words I hope never to hear a doctor say to me.  Pompous ass.

Tom is truly a tame revolutionary now, an evening jacket at dinner?  For shame, bolshevik.

Matthew wants to talk about his gentlemanly area, doesn’t have the words.  Britishness.

Edith makes progress as a person, high five.  Immediately smacked down by Robert who knows better than everyone, especially women and peasants.  Snobbishness.

“Nobody could look at you and think that Mrs. Byrd.”  *Snicker

Another love triangle in the kitchen, Daisy gets uppity.  Soapiness.

“I hate to get news second hand.”  First Dowager quip of the night.

And downstairs, Mrs. Patmore lays down the law.  There’s only one queen bee in the kitchen, thank you very much.  Soapiness.

Everyone knows that men with titles give better medical advice, you silly plebe doctor.  Snobbishness.

Kidney souffle.  That sounds absolutely dreadful.

“Or the footmen!”  Carson the Butler, guardian of young boys’ virtue.  Britishness.

The Dowager Countess is not put off by bodily functions – one wonders how her son turned out so boneheaded.

“The decision lies with the chauffeur.”  This woman.  I want to be her.  Fabulousness.

“Isn’t a certainty stronger than a doubt?”  And there we have the trouble with this particular class system summed up in one sentence.

It’s a girl!

Thomas, hands off.  Soapiness.

Everyone’s happy.  Brace yourself, that always means Fellowes is about to do something evil.

…And here it is.

Sir Phillip is a useless ass.  Surprise.

Lavinia Swire gets a saintly death, the nicest character on the show dies horribly and much more realistically.  Yep.  About par for the course.  Soapiness.

“But this can’t be.”  Says the man who categorically refuses to look any sort of reality square in the face.

The baby cries – direct hit in the upper left quadrant of the torso.

“Is there anything we can do, Mr. Carson?”
“Carry on, Daisy.”  Britishness.

Thomas is crying – good grief the evil guy is human.

Oh good, someone’s mad at Robert!  We’re squarely on Team Cora here.

“Do you think we might get along a little better in the future?”
“I doubt it.”  Oh Lady Mary, never change!  Soapiness.

Matthew gets along with business, Mary shuts it down with a surprising amount of class given that she looks capable of ripping off her husbands face.  Delicious self-restraint. Britishness.

Will I be shot for saying that I’m beyond ready for the Bates in prison storyline to wrap up?

Evil guard and evil cellmate twirls their mustachios evilly.  Soapiness.

And Maggie Smith out-acts everyone by walking away from the camera slowly and suddenly looking old for the first time in the whole series.  Second punch in the chest.

8 thoughts on “The Smalldogs Go to Downton (Spoilers)”

  1. You do this well! I am still in shock/mourning. My two favorite moments were seeing Lady Grantham staggering in dismay and the two remaining sisters actually hugging. I love the way Mary, in her tart tones, always speaks the truth no one else wants to say.

    1. Mary is the Dowager’s granddaughter, and no mistake.

      The shot of Lady Grantham was incredible. She seemed frail – not a word that comes to mind with her – and worn. Excellent acting!

    1. Heavens, you’re supremely quickwitted, let’s have no modesty here! And like I said, it’s a soap, anyone could follow it and enjoy the drama!

  2. Well done….very well done! Enjoyed reading this almost as much as I enjoyed watching the episode, and that is saying A LOT!

    P.S. I’ve already watched through the end of the season. Sigh…. Just wait.

    1. Thank you! I’ve seen most of it too, actually, though not all of it, but I’m enjoying analyzing it with, ah, less crying getting the way. It rather distracted me the last go round…feelings everywhere…

  3. Just got caught up.

    I’m thrilled to hear that you and others here were as struck by Maggie Smith’s incredible acting in that scene (FROM BEHIND, for Pete’s sake) as I was. One of the most poignant moments of the entire series. Got me *right here*.

    Oy ve, and Mary’s blank face melting into utter resolve/brutal honesty when everyone else is hysterical in the face of death… it was like staring at myself 1 year ago. Spooky.

    Great episode! Let’s do hurry along the prison drama, shall we, JF?

    1. You know, I was always rather “meh” about Mary, but frankly I’m sort of coming to adore her. She’s very much the DC’s granddaughter which means she’s genetically predisposed to awesomeness, but there is a lot to be said about utter resolve/brutal honesty and keeping it the hell together.

      Seriously, I’m over Bates in prison. The motion is seconded, JF.

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