DOWNTON ABBEY “Episode 7” Review – penultimate episode

Downton Abbey Episode 7

DOWNTON ABBEY Season 2 Episode 7 – It’s the penultimate episode of Downton Abbey, a show which began the year with more promise than any show I can think of and dithered through World War One. It’s proved itself to be more obsessed with authenticity and hitting plot points more than character development or entertainment. Which is a pity, since it had a fair few good moments thrown in.

I blame the duet, of course, since I am a miserable cow and I would blame a wholesome, sappy, happy duet between two cousins who love each other. It was around the point of the duet when the magic starting wearing off and I realized that the show in my head – the show where Sybil turns into a radical feminist and starts chilling with Sheehy-Skeffington and the likes, smashing up the windows of parliament with umbrellas – is not at all the show on the screen, a show where Sybil’s major plot line has involved going into the garage where Branson is tinkering away at his little car, tells him she’s not ready, while he pines, relents, and declares his love for her, where she goes back home and sits demurely at the table listening to her father rattle off a load of shite.

That’s the show Downton Abbey has become. A half-thought out repetition of dull plot points. The characters don’t develop, the show never progresses, and we wind up with a show set against the backdrop of the First World War which, against all odds, despite the great actors (Maggie fucking Smith!) and characters (hello Daisy, O’Brien, Tomas, Patmore) which is shockingly, incredibly dull.

This episode Sybil did finally run away with Branson. They stopped at The Swan Inn and she was brought back home by Mary and Edith, a scene which could have been awesome had there been any relationship at all developed between the three sisters, but for all we’ve seen they’re pretty much acquaintances in their own house. She goes back home with them. Branson chills in the Swan Inn.

Matthew’s legs start working again, which means he’s back to being a jolly old chap with a beautiful, lovely wife and a grand old inheritance awaiting him. Oh, but Mary loves him, he learns, and now he has to make the decision between being a dick or choosing Mary, who was always a bit of a bitch to him until she realized he was worth something.

Bates’ panto villain wife sent a letter which could imply that he killed her. Of course, he didn’t kill her. He’s much to polite to do anything so exciting.

Tomas’ business plan was thwarted and, realizing he was tricked into buy a load of shitty goods, he now has no money at all, no hope of a career in the army…gosh, I wonder where he’ll ever find work? I smell a contrivance!

Oh, and Lord Grantham shifted the maid.

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