The only way Julian Fellowes or anyone associated with Downton Abbey is getting my money for a movie is if it features Mary getting a divorce or already divorced from Henry Talbot.

Like, I still cannot even believe we watched every character on the show push her at him, and push her at him, and push her at him, insisting (and in Tom’s case, snarling) all the while that she didn’t know her own mind, until she literally broke down and cried, then were expected to swallow his whole “I just happen to have a marriage license with me even though I haven’t so much as breathed a word about or in the direction of your son – what’s his name again? Geoff?” routine.

There was a better way to write that pairing. A THOUSAND better ways to write that pairing. Instead, it came off as lazy, rushed, shallow, insert-your-own-negative-adjective-here.

Seriously, in that scene where Mary’s talking to Matthew’s grave, I imagine Dan Stevens dressed up like a ghost and making a perfect “WTF? WTF?” face at her.

Free Mary Crawley.


You can have a broken heart, a heart of gold, a heart of stone, a beating heart, a bleeding heart, a heart of steel, the heart of a lion or a wild heart, but at the end of the day, after the fight, after the pain, our hearts still beat at the same rate.



Because you were unhappy so you wanted me to be unhappy, too. Now you’re happy again, you'll be nicer… for a while.