when you’re alone, and life is making you lonely…

…you can always go, er, “downton.”

yup, this has to be about the absolute worst time of year for me. and yet, even amidst the darkest clouds there has shone for me once again the radiant splendor of BBC’s masterpiece “downton abbey,” the third season of which began state-side just last sunday night.

of course, since the season has already aired in its entirety across the pond, i’ve been made all too well aware of the various twists and turns that the show will take (not only will Lady Sybil die in childbirth, but apparently Cousin Matthew will meet some sort of demise as well, since he’s not coming back for season four). *grumble, grumble.*

i know, i know, all you haters out there are going to say that the show is little more than fancily designed and rather well acted soap opera, with no real story or character development to speak of. a period dramady of manners, suited solely for the shallowly nostalgic and historically ignorant. and for women and effeminate men.

but you are wrong, wrong i say!

i mean, how can this show possibly be a soap opera, or just for women? they use british accents, for gosh sakes! british accents!!

“We Brits like our men manly. Oh, and they’ve gotta have faith faith faith.”

in a way, “downton” reminds me of my own passion for the real faith in the face of heresy: we’re presented with a rich and beautiful heritage from the past, as it actually was, before we were sold a bill of goods by modernism and modernity, before things were turned upside down through vulgarization. as you can see from every episode of “downton,” there were hardly any real problems in those days, before the cultural revolution, before vatican ii.

one could say, i suppose, that “downton” is to pre-war england what my preferred view of tradition is to pre-conciliar catholicism. oh, how i love them both.

if hollywood weren’t so hopelessly evil (and full of jews), i daresay i would love to see a period drama done on the church in her glory years, back when everything was in latin, and the men were men, and the women were modest and silent.

think of it!

seriously, can’t someone get Barbara Nicolosi and Mel Gibson to team up on this? Michael Voris could even co-star!!

“Tell Babs that I was never really serious about that Maccabees film, you know.”

3 Responses to “when you’re alone, and life is making you lonely…”

  1. It may be a soup opera, but it’s a damn fine soup opera. Fine like Lobster Consommé en Gelée from the French Laundry on a TV tray in front of your 6th-row-center seat at La Scala.

    The dowager reminds me a little of Voris: she is condescending and withering in her remarks, but avoids all potential moral culpability for uncharity by being entirely right.

    Troll, I think your idea for the movie is inspired. Maybe you could forget about Nicolosi and Mel and work out some treatments on your own. We’d love to see the results and it would be a great project to help your Murphy-induced mourning fugue.

    • I haven't done that in thirty years Says:

      Where do you get “soup opera”? The post clearly says “soap opera” twice. What an ass.

  2. This is absolutely perfect!!

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