Call the Midwife 3.02
Jan. 29th, 2014 05:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
selenakOver the weekend, snow finally made it to the German south, and these last two days I spent happily skiing in the alps. (Hooray for living near them so you don't need a hotel!) Now it's back to work. And catching up with tv.
I very dimly recall Sylvia plath (& baby, her daughter Frieda) taking part in a late 50s or even 1960 (would have to look it up to be sure) London peace march, so that and Trixie changing her hair style from Monroe-esque to Jean Seaberg is a neat indication that the 50s are closing and we're approaching the 60s.
This week's main case was a tragic one, which CtM does occasionally do; I felt for Doris and yet appreciated her husband didn't turn into a nice guy during the last five minutes so that she could keep the baby, because I still remember finding the father/daughter reconciliation with a sudden turnaround last season unconvincing. Doris is trapped, like many women were then and now, and the episode didn't pretend otherwise while holding out hope for her children - the boys who love her, and the daughter who will have a good start in life (in terms of money; we can only hope emotionally as well, since we never "met" the adoptive family) instead of being abused or even killed by Doris' husband.
At the start of the episode, I thought we were in for some English version of the Buffy/Cordelia competition for Prom Queen which would have been somewhat ooc, but instead the episode kept it at a believable level; Trixie is miffed by Jenny's promotion and Jenny at the start is a bit uberperfectionistic, but basically they're friends, and also adults and too professional to let this impact their work.
Minor observations: I see that Shelagh is still working at the clinic; may she continue to do so.
At first I thought they'd set the doctor teaching breathing relaxation up as a fraud, but no, and even better, that subplot was mainly about Cynthia spotting and using a new method to help her patients.
In conclusion: Poor Doris. I hope Carol will have a good life and be curious enough about her birth mother to look for and read the letter one day.
I very dimly recall Sylvia plath (& baby, her daughter Frieda) taking part in a late 50s or even 1960 (would have to look it up to be sure) London peace march, so that and Trixie changing her hair style from Monroe-esque to Jean Seaberg is a neat indication that the 50s are closing and we're approaching the 60s.
This week's main case was a tragic one, which CtM does occasionally do; I felt for Doris and yet appreciated her husband didn't turn into a nice guy during the last five minutes so that she could keep the baby, because I still remember finding the father/daughter reconciliation with a sudden turnaround last season unconvincing. Doris is trapped, like many women were then and now, and the episode didn't pretend otherwise while holding out hope for her children - the boys who love her, and the daughter who will have a good start in life (in terms of money; we can only hope emotionally as well, since we never "met" the adoptive family) instead of being abused or even killed by Doris' husband.
At the start of the episode, I thought we were in for some English version of the Buffy/Cordelia competition for Prom Queen which would have been somewhat ooc, but instead the episode kept it at a believable level; Trixie is miffed by Jenny's promotion and Jenny at the start is a bit uberperfectionistic, but basically they're friends, and also adults and too professional to let this impact their work.
Minor observations: I see that Shelagh is still working at the clinic; may she continue to do so.
At first I thought they'd set the doctor teaching breathing relaxation up as a fraud, but no, and even better, that subplot was mainly about Cynthia spotting and using a new method to help her patients.
In conclusion: Poor Doris. I hope Carol will have a good life and be curious enough about her birth mother to look for and read the letter one day.
