I’m not crying, you’re crying: a jolly-good return to Downton Abbey

A devout and unrepentant fan of period drama in my own home, I became unexpectedly self-conscious entering the theater with my wife, wondering if I would be the only male in the audience. Though, a handful of men trickled in along with numerous larger groups of women, both young and old. 

It was interesting seeing the groups of friends that must have united around the series, and years later, reunited to see the film together. We watch television mostly alone, but it does have the capacity to bring us together.  

Not wanting to spoil the experience, I’ll give just a few notes on the movie itself: 

• At the beginning of the film, the pacing felt break-neck by Downton standards, with plot points and one-liner quips sped up, I imagine, to fit the expanded plot into the time frame of a movie. I only noticed this early on, as the scene was being set and the full cast reintroduced. As the film’s narrative developed, the pacing settled into regular Downton storytelling.  

• I was surprised by the introduction of new elements of drama and tension in the plot. Of course, the ups and downs of Downton are defined by treachery as much as grace, so I should have expected a few of these elements in the movie! A true return to the storytelling style that kept us enthralled through the series, loving and hating characters in equal measure (sometimes at the same time).   

• I found myself returning to the calm and dignified aura that I used to feel watching the series. I was charmed again by an elevated notion of life, the feeling of a more dignified way of living, with manners, customs, and relationships at the core. A nostalgic sense of simple decorum. A comforting old feeling from watching the series.  

All said, it was a wonderful experience that exceeded my expectations and put my fears to rest.  

There was something special, as well, enjoying the movie in the theater, where every loaded-glance or barbed one-liner was punctuated by the audience’s laughter or gasps. I’m certain I could hear some of the loudest laughter coming from other men in the audience, another subtle comfort to me. 

As I found at least one occasion to wipe my eyes and swallow hard through emotion, I was reminded of the magic that drama gives us. A mirror for our lives. Characters to live through. An escape from everyday routine to ponder the bigger picture. And, in the smartphone age that often finds me multi-tasking while watching tv, the theater created an ideal environment to simply focus on the story.