Today is a dark day. I am in mourning. Because last night saw the last in the series of the brilliant Downton Abbey; a show which has changed my Sunday evenings and caused many a disagreement with the (self-proclaimed) Northern Love Machine over which channel we should watch come 9pm.
So, in tribute to the show, I bring you five reasons why Downton Abbey is (or was) the best show on TV:
1. The characters
From nobel Mr Bates to the sharp and sarcastic Dowager Countess of Grantham (or “Granny”), there’s a character for everyone. Although living in a different age, in a very different world, these characters are incredibly relatable. It’s easy to see some of their traits in people we know in real life, today.
Plus, the way the characters interact with each other, between classes and social ranks, makes for addictive viewing.
2. The plots
Apparently Downton Abbey’s come under fire from “die hard” fans this series for racing through the storylines and having hefty lapses in time between each episode. I disagree.
The plots have given pace to the series, leaving the audience wanting more at the end of each episode. Looking at the twisting storylines, you’d be forgiven for taking this show as a thriller, rather than a costume drama. And as a fan of thrillers, I only think this is a good thing.
3. The costumes
And speaking of costumes, did you see those dresses Lady Mary wore to dinner each night? *Swoon*.
The sparkles, the cuts, the gloves. Gorgeous.
4. The love
I’m a sucker for a bit of love, me. This is revealed in my truly terrible taste in films (The Notebook, anyone?). So it’s unsurprising that I’ve been won over by the love affair between Mr Bates and Anna, and the “will they, won’t they get it on?” storyline between Lady Mary and Matthew. (And on that note can I just say, seriously Matthew – get a grip.)
5. The scheduling
Costume dramas were made for Sunday night viewing. There’s something about the familiarity of a weekly treat that makes the end of the weekend more bearable. And it’s the memories it evokes of snuggling up on the sofa with my mum to watch Pride and Prejudice on a Sunday night (I was clearly one of the cool kids).
Comfort TV at its best.
Downton Abbey, you will be missed. *Sob*