We get birth, marriage, menopause and death all in one episode Continue reading Call the Midwife: The Change
The Mulluckses are back! It’s time for Susan to get some prosthetics, but her father’s getting in the way. Meanwhile, Crane accidentally almost kills a kid. Continue reading Call the Midwife: Wrecked
Fred and Violet take in an orphaned relative with Down’s Syndrome, and serious dental hygiene finally makes its way to Poplar Continue reading Call the Midwife: Bite Point
Shelagh waits for news, Tom reveals a big secret, and a desperate mother-to-be faces a difficult decision Continue reading Call the Midwife: Holding On
Ursula’s rules endanger a newborn, Trixie returns with strange news and Turner gets an ultimatum Continue reading Call the Midwife: Stay of Execution
Hopeful mothers and rebellion against a petty tyrant rule this (very prescient) episode Continue reading Call the Midwife: A Little Hope
A battered wife tries to free herself, only to find that the 60s weren’t too kind to women seeking a divorce. There’s change afoot at Nonnatus as Julienne is unceremoniously demoted in favour of the hard line Sister Ursula, Cynthia battles trauma, and Shelagh gets some very unexpected news. Continue reading Call the Midwife: Pain and Terror
Most of the cast heads off to a remote hospital in Africa, where they all deal with the heat and a heartless landowner and get to be completely awesome Continue reading Call the Midwife: Step Right Up
Why is it that so many biopics of famous queens end essentially the same way? With that queen, having struggled so long with the duty/personal life balance, fully embracing her own iconic image? Setting aside the personal stuff, putting the duty first and foremost, even to her own unhappiness and that of those closest to her, and becoming The Symbol? Watching the end of this last episode of The Crown, I was strongly reminded of the last scenes of Elizabeth.
You know what a biopic about Queen Elizabeth totally needs? An episode that’s almost entirely about Winston Churchill getting his portrait painted.
Elizabeth’s whole story here was relegated to the minutae of racehorse breeding and more Prince Philip being a douchebag fratboy asshole while we spent ages with Churchill, watching him give painting advice to a professional artist (dilletante-splaining?), and then throw a tantrum when he doesn’t like how the painting turns out. Because–OMG!–it actually portrays what he really looks like.