WTF? They killed Sybil after she had given birth to a girl child who will be baptized a Catholic and raised by wolves, aka the Crawleys. Sedate, nearly unflappable wolves, but wolves nonetheless, who next week, unless I miss my guess, will have Henry Winkler drop by the house and, reprising his role as the Fonz, jump the shark, using an ancient motorcycle provided by Ron Howard, who will, of course, be directing.
Sorry. I was hyperventilating there for a bit, but seriously, except for Maggie Smith, whose subtle stumble as she walked toward the family conveyed more grief than the rest of the pack’s growls and howls put together, no one appeared much more upset than they did when Edith was abandoned at the altar or when they thought they’d lose that dinosaur of a mansion. Elizabeth McGovern did portray some grief and anger, but one never doubted she was “acting.” Ugh. Seriously. Sybil deserved less contrivance and more dignity.
So I am admitting it: Susan was right. DA is a bad soap opera disguised in evening dress. Farewell Sybil. Farewell my PBS illusions.
