There was "lifestyle" before Martha, believe it or not, and it wasn't a terrible mess of bad recipes, sloppy table settings, and impropriety. Mrs. Beeton was there for us more than a century before goddess-bot Martha Stewart turned homemaking into an art form. In her fat 1861 bestseller "Mrs. Beeton's Book of Household Management," Mrs. Beeton shared child-rearing tips and recipes with a very eager public.
But Mrs. Isabella Beeton was not "Mrs. Beeton." She was the 21-year-old wife of struggling publisher Sam Beeton, and she did not even know how to follow a recipe. The movie "The Secret Life of Mrs. Beeton," tomorrow night's "Masterpiece Theatre" at 9 on Channel 2, is more interested in the bright, ambitious woman behind the brand-name image, the one who knew how to cook up a marketable idea but not an edible souffle. And in the process of revealing the real Mrs. Beeton in both her tragedy and her glory, the movie becomes a surprisingly affecting reminder of the limitations of superficial domestic perfection.