I haven’t written much about Downton Abbey, but I enjoy it. It’s good stuff.
Why am I not more effusive? Mostly because of the second season which took the brilliance of the first season and truly soapified it.
The return of Patrick or is it the return of “Patrick”, Matthew’s momentary inability to walk, Edith’s affair with the country farmer, the entire saga of Ethel and her poor decisions, the death of Saint Lavinia, the death of Saint William and the prolonged quasi-love story between Sybil and the Irish, anarchist chauffer. And don’t even get me started on what happened with Bates in season 2. All these plot points just seemed too much and too irrelevant to what we all really cared about: Lady Mary and Cousin Matthew figuring out that they were right for each other all along.
Thank god the UK believes in doing Christmas episodes, because it was only during that episode that we got some legitimate closure on the season.
So it’s not that much of a surprise that Downton Abbey has been a treasure trove of possible parody, including the cut-out paper dolls from Vulture.
The best one so far seems to be Jimmy Fallon’s “Downton Sixbey”. They even got the opening sequence right.
The casting of ?uestlove as the heir to “Downton Sixbey” and Fred Armisen as Hedith was some inspired casting. And using Higgins as Bates, complete with iron foot was a stroke of genius.
This week Fallon did a part two of “Downton Sixbey”, which was just as hilarious as the first one:
Between Hedith’s “n-word” faux pas, and Whoopi’s everything, this was perfect.
I would watch an entire series of “Downton Sixbey” even if Carson Daly can’t keep his damned cool….