Alright, you Downton Abbey fans…you might want to stop reading right now. I’m not going to provide “spoilers,” but I am going to talk about my grand disappointment in the conclusion of season 3 of the show.
I’ll wait while the die hard fans close their browsers…
Jim and I don’t have cable now, and never have; we get our television from rabbit ears and an older t.v. So we are big watchers and supporters of WGBH, since the best free t.v. comes from ‘GBH – and if we’re not paying for cable, then I’m very happy to donate money to ‘GBH. My most recent donation yielded the complete three disc set of season 3 of Downton Abbey, meaning that I’ve been able to view the episodes at my leisure, and ahead of the general public in the U.S.
Last night I watched all of disc three (Jim had a gig). Three hours of Downton, Downton, and more Downton. And, frankly, I’m angry, annoyed, and disappointed. I’m not disappointed in what happened at the end of the season, since anyone familiar with entertainment gossip should have been able to figure that out on their own, but rather I’m disappointed in how it happened. There are creative and interesting ways to bring a plot to a certain resolution, and then there ways that are predictable and maudlin and absolute cop-outs. Season 3 of Downton ends in just about the worst plot cop-out I have ever seen.
Without giving too much away (although a quick Google search for any character’s name will provide all plot spoilers, since season 3 has already aired in England), I will tell you this: the whole final three hours of the show are filled with ridiculous dialogue between two of the main characters that is the most obvious foreshadowing I have ever witnessed. Blech. And I was able to predict the exact plot trajectory with total accuracy a good two hours before it occurred on screen. As the final scene unfolded, I thought to myself, “They’re really going to do it that way? Seriously? How totally stupid and predictable. Yup, ok, here it comes – they seriously did that, didn’t they. How absolutely disappointing.” And [spoiler here], though I should have been sad and weepy at that last scene, my eyes were completely dry. Not a drop of mascara ran. Not a speck of tissue needed.
And I don’t think I’ll bother watching season 4 when it comes out.