Unexpectedly, the Queen decides to spend Christmas at Balmoral, the medieval pile built at the orders of her late, always-lamented Albert, the Prince Consort. French dragoons India into become the lady's maid to an aging countess with an addiction to snuff. The nearsighted woman often mistakes unsuitable substances (black pepper, and that at lunch with the Queen) for snuff, with predictably comic results. Juggling the requirements of round-the-clock attendance on her stroppy mistress, the demands of French, avoiding the advances of the ever-lecherous Prince of Wales, and her need for a few hours of sleep keeps India on her toes. It's a 4.
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