Yes, I know. The blog clearly states that I review old movies and television shows. Well, I may start breaking the rules a little more often.
Okay, tonight on Masterpiece, Mr. Selfridge began its second season. I tuned in with my usual popcorn in hand (with a bit too much butter, I might add), a glass of cold water to level out the calorie intake, and sat back to watch the first episode. Sadly, my cat didn’t join me.
When the doors to the shop opened, it felt good to see the old characters with lives that have progressed a little bit further into the future. It was definitely worth five kernels in my opinion.
Mr. Selfridge is nursing the regrets of the past for his unfaithfulness, while trying to woo Rose back. Rose obviously wants nothing to do with her cheating husband, as trust has been broken. (Ah, come on Rose, forgive him!) The daughters are still in Chicago society, while the son has returned to learn father’s business. Great parenting skills Mr. Selfridge! Let him learn from the bottom up.
Of particular interest is the new character Delphine Day, who owns a risque club and writes about her escapades with multiple husbands and lovers. As an author, I particularly enjoyed her reading in front of a group of women engrossed over her descriptions of intimacy with males, as well as the men in the back listening to it all. At the end, it’s clear that she is preaching to the audience that women of their day can live without men. Certainly, that had to be a jab and early take on the mommy porn in the Edwardian era. Scandalous!
Like any good drama, one must have conflict. The new resident pain on the shop floor seems to be Mr. Thackeray, who is definitely a thorn in Miss Towler’s side. He’s much better than her because of his college education, never mind she just came back from Paris well trained in her vocation. By all of his shenanigans, he’s obviously trying to derail Agnes in her new position.
With the arrival of Lord Loxley, we’ve apparently been introduced to a new wife-beating, conniving, blackmailing SOB, who by the end of 10 episodes we will grow to hate. Every show needs a villain to ruffle our feathers. It’s a sorry state of affairs for flamboyant Lady Mae.
Then there is the due in life everyone has reaped from their decisions. Poor Mr. Grove cannot get any sleep because he’s knocked up his young wife four times. Well deserved pay-back, as far as I’m concerned, for his treatment of Miss Mardle. Old lovers are seeing each other once again and broken hearts remain. And the handsome Frenchman is back from America, poor but headed for better times.
Of course, heavy on the mind of everybody is the threat of war looming ahead. The very sobering slow-motion look at all the young men merrily dancing, who will soon be sent off to fight for country and king, makes you wonder who will live and who will die.
Overall, I give the send off to Season 2 a five star, though Season 1 overall rated a four star for keeping me interested. However, with the new threats on the horizon, the consequences of past decisions, and the worry about what tomorrow will bring, I’m assured there will be enough to keep us interested in the episodes ahead.
And last by not least, those fashions! Oh dear God, the dresses, hats, and frills. My blue jeans and sneakers are really beginning to make me feel like a slob.
Once again, kudos to those fine British writers who know how to bring the touch of love, hatred, conflict, and uncertainty on the screen to keep its audience entertained. Now, if I could just learn to do that in all of my books!
The Downton drought has been filled with another Masterpiece. I feel like running out and buying Yardley of London at a fancy department store.