This is the final episode of the first season. Victoria is in the latter days of her pregnancy and she is becoming really impatient. Albert continues at her side but is bored by her complaints. Meanwhile, we are made privy to some kind of plot against her life. Due to her ennui, she makes sojourns in the countryside, putting her in potential danger. The first time, a man throws a small bouquet of violets into the queen's lap and then approaches her, saying he will take her away from her "prison." He is arrested. The next trip, she is shot at by a young man, barely escaping when Albert sees the man. It is not that simple. There are other subplots including the pastry chef and the young woman whom he loves. And, finally, the first birth to Victoria. There are lots of neat things that need to be dealt with as we approach Season 2.
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Uncle Dummy didn't do it.
gkeith_16 March 2017
Warning: Spoilers
Spoilers. Observations. Opinions.
Episode review and series recap.
Episode: Uncle Dummy is at it again. He (Cumberland) is buffoonesque, as usual. He wishes Victoria and the newborn baby will disappear permanently. He wants to be king of not just a Teutonic postage stamp, but the British people. Zounds. Foiled again. Besides, he'd have to get that scar removed by a good plastic surgeon so he could look good (ugh) on an English postage stamp.
More and more idiots want to bother Queen Victoria. Even though she has a big fan club, the adoring Childers and the Hanover wannabe are anxious to get their five minutes of fame. Childers gives Vicki some violets. What a cheapskate. Two dozen roses would be way better.
Fake Hanover fires (?) his pistol at Mrs. Albert, after taking potshots at her raggedy store mannequin. Eh, no bullets in the firearm? There is therefore no evidence. He gets hauled off to the bloody nutcase hotel for his dastardly attempt at regicide. Meanwhile, Uncle Dummy's hands are clean. Wha', me? When I want to off the queen, no way will I tote an unloaded Smith & Wesson. Or will it be a Colt 45 Revolver?
Albert, buy your wife a bulletproof-glass touring buggy. Any idiot knows that any ruling monarch is constantly ripe for assassination. You are just asking for it. There are lots of anti-monarchy factions where you live. Some people never learn. Just ask John F. Kennedy. How about the heir to the throne of Austria-Hungary, who got shot/assassinated in his open car, after which World War One started? His wife got shot, too.
A terrible milker. Victoria doesn't want to be a free-range cow, or even a factory farm bovine. No, sirree. She doesn't want her mammaries hanging down to her waist like so many hippy-dippy mamas would. She would need a shot from the doctor, to stop the milk from coming in, or express the milk into a bottle nurser to put in the fridge. Whoops! They didn't have these things, back then. The Victorian Era. Pun. Instead, she has her flunky interview potential milk factories to give their own nutrients to the new baby, Princess Victoria. Kid has it made, at any rate. Similac will be invented in the future. So will the fridge and physician's shot to stop the mother's milk from coming in.
Victoria is screaming and yelling in childbirth. There is one mistake. Sister Evangelina is not there, from Call the Midwife. She, Evangelina, would have kicked out the husband and the doctor. Such amateurs. Queenie, you will have an easier time if you get on your knees and let gravity do the work. Besides, in a future century there will be general anesthesia during childbirth, so that the mother-to-be can sleep off all the ugly labor pains. RIP Sister Evangelina. Now, bite that bullet, Vicki.
Series: Young, slim Victoria has a tiny, wasp waist -- at least until later she gets ready to deliver what looks like a five pound bowling-ball fetus.
Lord Melbourne has disappeared. Lordy. Pun. Lol. Teenager Victoria lusted after him early on, and he rejected her. He was a hot-looking hunk of man. This is the show's loss, and I hope they can write him back into the storyline. He wasn't really too old, and in my opinion he is way better looking than the royal sperm donor.
The mother is stupid. Her BFF, Sir John, was a greedy, evil monster. Now, the mother has weaker evil plots to manufacture.
The downstairs: Again, Penge is no Carson. Carson had class. Penge is a small-minded, conniving dunce. There is the usual crew of snotty veteran servants, plus naive younger ones who need to learn the ropes fast. There is the cooking guy, ala Mrs. Patmore. Or is he a pastry chef? There is Daisy, er, Miss Skerrett, who is a part-time galley/kitchen slave and queen's coiffure expert. There is O'Brien, or the one who holds the auditions for the mama's milk donors. Is Skerrett going to get her high school diploma, or whatever Daisy got? She is going to be Anna to Queen Vicki, combing her hair and listening to the palace intrigues and keeping her paltry royal paycheck. She doesn't want to be Mrs. Italian Dessert Chef.
Episode review and series recap.
Episode: Uncle Dummy is at it again. He (Cumberland) is buffoonesque, as usual. He wishes Victoria and the newborn baby will disappear permanently. He wants to be king of not just a Teutonic postage stamp, but the British people. Zounds. Foiled again. Besides, he'd have to get that scar removed by a good plastic surgeon so he could look good (ugh) on an English postage stamp.
More and more idiots want to bother Queen Victoria. Even though she has a big fan club, the adoring Childers and the Hanover wannabe are anxious to get their five minutes of fame. Childers gives Vicki some violets. What a cheapskate. Two dozen roses would be way better.
Fake Hanover fires (?) his pistol at Mrs. Albert, after taking potshots at her raggedy store mannequin. Eh, no bullets in the firearm? There is therefore no evidence. He gets hauled off to the bloody nutcase hotel for his dastardly attempt at regicide. Meanwhile, Uncle Dummy's hands are clean. Wha', me? When I want to off the queen, no way will I tote an unloaded Smith & Wesson. Or will it be a Colt 45 Revolver?
Albert, buy your wife a bulletproof-glass touring buggy. Any idiot knows that any ruling monarch is constantly ripe for assassination. You are just asking for it. There are lots of anti-monarchy factions where you live. Some people never learn. Just ask John F. Kennedy. How about the heir to the throne of Austria-Hungary, who got shot/assassinated in his open car, after which World War One started? His wife got shot, too.
A terrible milker. Victoria doesn't want to be a free-range cow, or even a factory farm bovine. No, sirree. She doesn't want her mammaries hanging down to her waist like so many hippy-dippy mamas would. She would need a shot from the doctor, to stop the milk from coming in, or express the milk into a bottle nurser to put in the fridge. Whoops! They didn't have these things, back then. The Victorian Era. Pun. Instead, she has her flunky interview potential milk factories to give their own nutrients to the new baby, Princess Victoria. Kid has it made, at any rate. Similac will be invented in the future. So will the fridge and physician's shot to stop the mother's milk from coming in.
Victoria is screaming and yelling in childbirth. There is one mistake. Sister Evangelina is not there, from Call the Midwife. She, Evangelina, would have kicked out the husband and the doctor. Such amateurs. Queenie, you will have an easier time if you get on your knees and let gravity do the work. Besides, in a future century there will be general anesthesia during childbirth, so that the mother-to-be can sleep off all the ugly labor pains. RIP Sister Evangelina. Now, bite that bullet, Vicki.
Series: Young, slim Victoria has a tiny, wasp waist -- at least until later she gets ready to deliver what looks like a five pound bowling-ball fetus.
Lord Melbourne has disappeared. Lordy. Pun. Lol. Teenager Victoria lusted after him early on, and he rejected her. He was a hot-looking hunk of man. This is the show's loss, and I hope they can write him back into the storyline. He wasn't really too old, and in my opinion he is way better looking than the royal sperm donor.
The mother is stupid. Her BFF, Sir John, was a greedy, evil monster. Now, the mother has weaker evil plots to manufacture.
The downstairs: Again, Penge is no Carson. Carson had class. Penge is a small-minded, conniving dunce. There is the usual crew of snotty veteran servants, plus naive younger ones who need to learn the ropes fast. There is the cooking guy, ala Mrs. Patmore. Or is he a pastry chef? There is Daisy, er, Miss Skerrett, who is a part-time galley/kitchen slave and queen's coiffure expert. There is O'Brien, or the one who holds the auditions for the mama's milk donors. Is Skerrett going to get her high school diploma, or whatever Daisy got? She is going to be Anna to Queen Vicki, combing her hair and listening to the palace intrigues and keeping her paltry royal paycheck. She doesn't want to be Mrs. Italian Dessert Chef.
Young England
Prismark1028 September 2017
Warning: Spoilers
We know in real life Victoria and Albert were always at it as she was effectively a baby making machine.
Dramatically this does not make for good television. Writer Daisy Goodwin knows that viewers want an effective finale and delivers it.
What better way to do this than have a pregnant Victoria put in danger with assassination attempts and the Duke of Cumberland just waiting in the wings for misfortune to fall on Victoria, so he can wrest the crown away as the next heir. Peter Firth gives an effective sneering performance knowing he is the pantomime villain of the piece.
When an assassination attempt goes wrong, Victoria shows mercy and deference to due legal process. This only leaves Victoria to safely give birth to her first born and the subsequent next heir to the throne while some shady men hang around in case things go wrong.
A chocolate box prettified series even though historically it was a load of old tosh.
Dramatically this does not make for good television. Writer Daisy Goodwin knows that viewers want an effective finale and delivers it.
What better way to do this than have a pregnant Victoria put in danger with assassination attempts and the Duke of Cumberland just waiting in the wings for misfortune to fall on Victoria, so he can wrest the crown away as the next heir. Peter Firth gives an effective sneering performance knowing he is the pantomime villain of the piece.
When an assassination attempt goes wrong, Victoria shows mercy and deference to due legal process. This only leaves Victoria to safely give birth to her first born and the subsequent next heir to the throne while some shady men hang around in case things go wrong.
A chocolate box prettified series even though historically it was a load of old tosh.
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