If you thought my first blog post of 2013 was going to be something thoughtful and deep . . . you were wrong.
Don’t get me wrong. It was likely going to be. But then, “Downton Abbey” season 3 kicked off in America and everything else seemingly went out the window.
And if it helps to explain anything at all, please know that as I write this post, my inner voice is speaking with a British accent. Cheerio!
But I digress. I love “Downton Abbey” for a lot of reasons. I tend to like British things; I think the time period is interesting and it’s cool to see how they’re navigating a changing society and social rules. It’s a glimpse inside of a life that is absolutely foreign to me and kind of hard to imagine. And, I’m a romantic at heart and can’t resist a good love story, especially ones with as many trials and issues as those on “Downton.”
I mean, basically, “Downton Abbey” is a soap opera with fancy British accents and valets. And I love it.
But one of my favorite characters is the Dowager Countess. She’s so. . . . dowager-y. And awesome. And full of stinging one liners. I loved in the first season when she was unfamiliar with the concept of a weekend. (I mean, come on! Who asks, What’s a weekend?)
One of my favorite things about the Dowager Countess is her facial expressions. Maggie Smith can say more with a look than many actors can with a monologue. That said, let me show rather than tell. . .