For all its suckiness there's a great charm about this, but he doesn't come in until the last part of disc one.
The
implausible story is probably meant to be empowering, but seems best
suited to an 1800 period drama, and the class-consciousness depicted
simply doesn't exist for most Americans, so it was difficult to take
seriously on any level other than a fairy tale with the emotional
investment of a "Miss Marple: Murder at The Vicarage".
Lindsay
Duncan is a Rector's wife who takes a part-time job so their daughter
can attend private school. This act scandalizes her family, and working
as a stock clerk at Pricewell's throws even her lazy son Dickwad Jr.
into a tizzy.
I
don't get it, but no matter, the important thing is,
Jonathan Byrne comes into her life. He's
a free-thinking man who goes after what he wants with a
passionate hunger. He doesn't care why Anna works at
Pricewell's or why she married a priest with a stick up his butt.
As out-of-place in this burg as a fart in church, he nonetheless declares his love in between big juicy bites of an apple. "I
want to be quite plain with you. I want you to understand exactly what I'm saying."
With those gorgeous lips he'd be understood with the sound off.
Anna
finally liberates herself from her husband by waiting for him to get
killed in car crash. Damn, how lucky can you get? She
explains that she was going to leave him anyway, but I'm not buying it
anymore than the scene of her consoling Jonathan when she refuses to
marry him, despite his pleadings. At the risk of being drummed
out of the sisterhood, this had to be written by a female, but who cares? Stephen and Lindsay do so much smoochin that I didn't. Really.
