Season three of Downton Abbey (or "Series Three" as BBCphiles refer to it) proved that Julian Fellowes is walking the path of least resistance. The plotlines were engaging, but with the exception of the occasional death, the resolutions were far too simple, sacrificing any potentially profound moments of dread and doubt in order to maintain the understated Colin Firthiness of the status quo. At the first hint of conflict, characters will worry, demonstrably pace back and forth, make loud declarations about how there is no easy resolution to the problem. Barring an act of God, Downton will be doomed to financial ruin, scandal, a world war! There are no simple answers, and we cannot stress that point enough. Just when it seems that Downton is about to get hit by a torrential downpour of change and death and ramifications that will forever alter the landscape...they find a shockingly simple, anti-climactic resolution and continue on. It's becoming the Entourage of
Over-caffeinated and underpaid. Go America. Go Dodgers.