Saw delicious movie – Paris at Midnight. The bit of nostalgia enthrilled me, but missed its goal. I love nostalgia. I love engorging in old times, imagining lives of people ages ago and how they dealt with everyday things as well as large world events.
Paris, of course, is lovely, but my fav place to dream of is England. What better then, than to cozy up with fantastic Downton Abbey?
Fantastic Maggie Smith is, as always, a woman of strong character with a pondus that reaches through and grabs you by the throat should you feel the urge to put your feet up on the coffee table.
And of course – the couple. All of these couples in British movies from the 19-20th century has a reluctant female idol, have you noticed? Regard Austen´s Elizabeth in Pride and Prejudice – although the roles are quite contrary in Downton Abbey, with the lady regarding her the moral as well as social superior to her gentleman.
Ah, the glory days. Could I be a nice maid with a good household, God help me, I like the idea. Of course, right of education, civic rights etc etc etc. Let me linger in my politically incorrect nostalgia in a while, will you?