Suffice it to say, I'm now suffering from a severe case of Downton-withdrawal, and middling Miramax period dramas aren't helping (I'm looking at you, The King's Speech). I did find a small gold mine in the Red Nose Day Upstairs Downton Abbey sketches--parts one and two--which are further proof that the Brits excel at both treacly nostalgia and ruthless caricature. But I suppose I'll now have to twiddle my thumbs for the next ten months until season three. In the meantime, I'll dream of Shirley MacLaine facing off against Maggie Smith, and--fingers crossed--Dawn French in the subsequent Saunders-directed spoof.
Upstairs Downton Abbey