I love it!
In a guilty, I-loved-Little-House-on-the-Prairie(LHOTP)-as-a-little-girl way.
The similarities are striking; in every episode someone cries at least once, the plight of the working man is expounded - the difference being the agenda in LHOTP, which was more conservative Christian if I remember (?), whereas this one is leftie-liberal.
People express themselves in a most uncharacteristically (for the repressed late Victorian period, I think) open way, as if everyone had gone through a timewarp and all read "I'm OK, You're OK" in preparation for 'conflict resolution' in the script.
Still, there are corsets and charming young men. Skirts swish, lips are pursed, delicate ladies of quality faint (well that's only when Lady Adelaide is in town). Things happen in open fields.
No! not those things! This is a programme I could have watched with my Granny and I don't think she'd have tutted once. I fear that next week there will be an unmarried girl IN TROUBLE. (Or as Granny would have said, "in an interesting condition")
The light is always yellow-golden (filters on the lenses?).
It is false-cultural-memory-syndrome. It is Dickens, Laura Ingalls-Wilder, Anne of Green Gables, Thomas Kinkade, and Thought For the Day in one glorious hour-long, weekly show.
It is predictable, begins and ends on a platitude, and I find it inexpressibly comforting.
I mean, I can see its shortcomings and I still watch it every week.
Is not that true love?
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