In the belly of finals-time, I dream of escape. But instead of an actual physical place I long to be transported to the second season of Downton Abbey.
I’m not going to lie. The trailers inspire me to consider illegal acts. Through what means can I enjoy what fans on the other side of the pond have been feasting on for over two months? It is research, after all, as I prepare for a qualifying exam on early twentieth-century avant-garde art movements.
But I’ll wait, like a good girl, for the airing on PBS on January 8th. The subtle use of U2 in this trailer is sublime.
Maybe I’ll just watch this on a constant loop for the next six weeks. I’ve done more ridiculous, obsessive things. (Blogging regularly clearly not being one of them).