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So someone asked me if I was going to do a recap of eppy two of the third installment of this endless parade of blah. I had plans for one but really--more so than ever--nothing happened in this episode!!!!

Okay, I know, Edith was going to get married but then she didn't. But who really didn't see that coming? Even though it is completely ridiculous that people of this class in this time period would have objected to the marriage of a superfluous daughter to a man of reasonable wealth and impeccable background because of a relatively niggling difference in their ages!

Edith's non-marriage aside, this whole entire episode was about whether or not Matthew was going to read a letter. And then when he didn't read the letter (which turns out to be the most conveniently exonerating letter in fictional history), we were treated to a headache-inducing glimpse into the snarl of Matthew's irrational thought processes.

First, this chinless dough ball is stunningly quick to accuse the woman he supposedly passionately loves as much as a dough ball can love of forging the letter. And then when the doughy recesses of his mind finally grasp the fact that she didn't forge it, he wants proof that the dude's daughter really did write to him because maybe someone forged that letter, too? Because...someone knew way back then that Lord Grantham would run through all of his money and the dude's other heirs would die so Matthew would inherit money just in time to save an estate nobody could have known was in jeopardy and this makes sense HOW? And this guy was a lawyer?

And then there was what I suppose we are meant to think of as "intrigue" or maybe "hijinx" going on below stairs, with servants telling masters that other servants are planning to quit. Which resulted in the tense drama of servants saying "Uh, no, I'm not quitting" and masters saying "Oh, okay."

What else happened? Oh yeah. People went to see a house they already own to see if they could live in it. A house they already own. And they picnic on the lawn. Because maybe they forgot the keys or something. And Mrs. Hughes doesn't have cancer. Not that I wanted Mrs. Hughes to have cancer but it was yet another build up to nothing. And then I guess someone accused Bates of something in prison but then that turned out to be nothing, too.

Because nothing is allowed to actually happen on this show!!!

Burning questions left unanswered in this episode:

Who are all of those extra servants? Is it possible there are maids in this house who are even less interesting than the ones whose stories we get to see? How come they never get to sit down and eat dinner? Is there a subsidiary dining room for the really boring maids?

Who paid for the Irish deadbeats' passage this time?

How come the footage is really shaky downstairs but not upstairs where the quality live? Are the floors warped down there or what?

Am I the only person who remembers Mrs. Hughes as Lady Jane Felsham?

Am I the only person who has a hard time with the concept that we're supposed to be over-the-moon with joy that instead of giving the money that he really doesn't deserve--ridiculously unbelievably charitable letters from ex-fiances notwithstanding--to a worthy cause, Matthew uses it to save a house for people who already own several other houses that aren't quite as big as this house?

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quiller77
Jan. 18th, 2013 09:02 pm (UTC)
Having to reduce your staff to 8 servants is quite traumatic, you know. Well, not in my life, but apparently in theirs. They obviously didn't read Sense & Sensibility. Two servants? How prehistoric.

Yes, the one thing that happened (ditched at the altar) was pretty easy to spot. And I hope you keep going with your recaps. They are more entertaining than the episodes. Except you need some hats.
melissawyatt
Jan. 18th, 2013 09:31 pm (UTC)
It's just ridiculous that the crisis of the season is that they may lose their house! Oh no! Yes, that's horrible, losing your house! Actual tension and drama.

But wait! We own six or seven other houses. Maybe more. We can't be sure.

So once again, the dramatic balloon quietly deflates.

Maybe if I had a really great hat--and a maid--and a cook--I would feel more charitable towards this stuff.
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