The downstairs plot offered no more sanity. Beryl Laura Haddock decided to fight for her rights when she and Eunice Ami Metcalf — lovely actress were given extra household duties, despite Mr Pritchard's insistence that "This is Belgravia.
Not Leningrad. And the war? What happened to the war? It's still but no one seemed to notice this week that there might be one or two little things going on in the outside world. I'm grasping at straws here. The wardrobe of Lady Agnes Keeley Hawes brings no end of joy. Her green Robin Hood hat for her visit to Miss Buck was adorable, as was the dress with the swallows on it.
The most beautiful moment of this episode, though, was Mr Pritchard's face at the breakfast table as the words "unnatural female passions" emerged from Sir Hallam's mouth. The most fabulous mixture of envious delight and loyal, butlerly discretion.
Where to start. Where was the comedy? Where were Mr Pritchard's wonderful one-liners? Where were simple, understandable plot lines? One is trying so hard to enjoy this programme and immerse oneself in it. There are some great performances.
The atmosphere and the costumes are beautiful. But somehow it is not coming together. The script is all over the place, most of the scenes are about 90 seconds long and there is just too much going on. Even the period detail — surely Upstairs's greatest strength — is slipping a little. I almost threw a matted rabbit's foot at the screen when the BBC announcer came on at the end, talking about Herr Hitler.
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Name required. Archives December November And now the twin figures of Violet, Mr Pritchard's fancy woman, and Lady Malcolm, the old bat organising the ball. And we were treated to some excellent musical choices in this episode. Until Knees Up, Mother Brown, anyway. Who doesn't? First Lady Agnes and her American.
And now this. I have given up carping and kvetching about this series. It is what it is and if viewing figures half of Downton's are anything to go by we won't be seeing it again. So I'm just making the most of it. That said, this episode was so overloaded with period detail mentioned not-so-casually-in-passing that it felt like a Wikipedia entry. And Hallam's struggle with his conscience — which lasted about 1. Agnes has always been its heart.
I do hope they have been using precautions otherwise we're in for a big cliffhanger next episode. There was no tribute moment! No mention of Lady Maud.
No mention of Solomon the dead monkey. And no mention of Miss Buck. I'm not complaining, I'm just saying. I am complaining really. But I'm trying to stick to what I said earlier about not kvetching. It's not easy to stick to, that's all. As usual there was lashings of food and drink, one of the principal hallmarks of this series. The rejected roulade. Cary Grant's partiality to ginger nuts. Then we had the remembered horrors of Belgravia Catering: "The ham was fatty.
I won't even comment on the fruit cake.
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