“..Whasup then?
We’ve reached spring 1920 and the will-they-won’t-they story that’s been going on between Matthew and Mary for two whole series looks like it may finally reach a conclusion.
Remember, he proposed in the snow in the last one?
Now that they’re in the church practising for the big day, it seems they really will.
But there is still this whole extended episode that’s bound to throw up obstacles.
I’m hoping that Turkish fellow may show up again and re-seduce Lady Mary with his eastern promise …
He’s dead? Oh yes.
Well, it is a soap opera – stranger things have happened.
This could be a problem: Lord Grantham carelessly loses the money – almost his entire fortune; -
- Cora’s really – but she needn’t worry her pretty little head about it.
Eggs, one basket, didn’t he know that one?
The Canadian railway he put everything into is going down and it’s taking Downton with it.
Hold up, though, because Matthew fortuitously appears to be inheriting an equally vast fortune at the same time (that’s the second time he’s done that, isn’t it?).
But he’s not sure he wants to give it to the Granthams – which Mary finds disappointing -
- and may yet prove a stumbling block to their nuptials.
Downstairs, there’s a new chap, who’s very tall, and someone’s on strike, and they’re fussing about the difference between a butler and a valet – boringly.
Less dull is that Bates the murderer (I’m just going with how the court found him) is still rotting away in his cell.
He has a new cellmate – who appears to dislike Bates almost as much as I do -
- and will hopefully soon take him for a little trip down the shower block -
- or whatever the 1920 equivalent was…”
(cont..)
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TV review: Downton Abbey | Television & radio | The Guardian.
