In the U.S., we do also recognize that truth later spoken by Lady Violet: “Nothing succeeds like excess.” Also, the idea that Americans are more comfortable with downgrading to a life of modest means is quaint considering that, decades in the future, those same across-the-ponders will snatch up deceptively affordable mortgages in order to luxuriate in McMansions. The way she handles this situation is admirable and very generous to her spouse, albeit a bit puzzling given her usual concerns about keeping up appearances.
Ah, but Cora is a “Have gun, will travel” American who’s adaptable and totally capable of downsizing to a more modest home with, say, 35 rooms instead of 580. This seems like an appropriate time to get pissed. Um, Lady Cora? Your husband has JUST BLOWN ALL OF YOUR MONEY ON TRAINS FROM CANADA. Robert eventually tells Lady Cora he’s lost all of the family’s cash and possibly their ability to keep Downton as a result, then breaks down in tears. It’s worth noting that this threat to the Crawley family future arrives via the failure of a company once owned by Charles Hayes, a tycoon who, as Wikipedia notes, perished on the Titanic like some Crawleys we all surely recall. And, because apparently Lord Grantham is unfamiliar with the term “diversify,” they’ve now got practically nothing. Within ten minutes of our reemergence into Downton land, where it’s now the spring of 1920 and the house is in a hubbub to prepare for the long-awaited nuptials of Lady Mary and her dear, ever-dapper Matthew, we are introduced to the central question of season three: Will Downton live or die? It seems Lord Grantham has stupidly invested all of his and his wife’s fortune in a railroad that’s gone bankrupt.
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As for the deeper themes, they are conveyed with as much subtlety as a Dowager Countess crack about a glass hammer. Scene after scene zips by, layering plot development atop plot development until we’re nearly as wound up as Mr. Bates of murder charges a few (very) chaste moments of passion (and yes, we are including the one between Maggie Smith and Shirley MacLaine, which will be covered shortly) a financial investment gone disastrously wrong the drugging of an angry Irishman a cancer scare and, in keeping with classic prime-time-drama tradition, a tension-filled misunderstanding regarding the location of dress shirts. In these first two hours alone, we get a highly anticipated wedding that was planned, almost canceled, then held in all its Kate Middleton–esque majesty an attempt to clear Mr.
But let’s be clear: In season three, oh, there are still plenty of suds. Instead let’s begin these weekly discussions of Downton Abbey with the same attitude Lady Cora brings to throwing an indoor-picnic dinner party: open-minded and game for great fun.īecause the early, largely positive critical response to this season of Downton Abbey (see Vulture critic Matt Zoller Seitz’s take here ) suggests it will indeed be great fun, as well as occasionally wrenching and a fine return to season-one form after a second season that dove too much into soapy waters. Let’s even attempt to forget that, despite our best efforts to avoid any plot-related headlines, much of season three already got ruined during a disastrous Google search that flung us directly into really, reeeeally upsetting spoilers.
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(Dowager Countess: “What is a bit- torrent ?” “It’s sort of like a weekend, Granny, but more … more file-share-y.”)īut starting now, let’s attempt to transcend the nonsensical release date divide that separates the refined Brits from us crass Americans. As in, some of us have not seen a single minute of this chapter in the Crawley family saga, having waited patiently for last night’s official, PBS-sanctioned premiere, while others have already consumed all nine-plus hours of fresh Downton drama via their oh-so-entitled access to British television or some shady form of online video. We enter this third season of Downton Abbey much like the people associated with our favorite sprawling English estate: as either haves or have-nots.
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