“Kiss me now!” says Lady Edith to her married beau,
as they sit the middle of a restaurant. “Kiss me!” says Cora, Countess of Gratham to the Earl of Grantham as he heads off on a trip. “Kiss me!” says … oh, at least
a couple of other people in season 4 of Downton
Abbey, as if writer and creator Julian Fellowes were intermittently channeling
dialogue from some bad romance novel. The new season is just as addictively entertaining
as ever, but this time you have to get past some truly wince-inducing lines.
How bad can the dialogue be? Lord Gillingham, one of the
widowed Lady Mary’s new suitors, declares his passion by saying, “You fill
my brain!” I don’t know, seems like there’s a lot of extra space in that
brain if he couldn’t come up with something less laughable than that. This
season’s plots are also more melodramatic and forced than ever. And since we’ve
already had a visiting diplomat die in
Mary’s bed, “more melodramatic” really means something.
Yet it’s more than habit or attachment to the characters
that makes Downton Abbey still so alluring,
despite these signs of creakiness. Just look at Lady Mary (Michelle Dockery) or
rather at her clothes. As the season starts — in 1922, six months after
Matthew’s death — she is moping around Downton, but she has the most glamorous little
black dinner dresses to mourn in. And
she has one of the ultimate First World (or in her day, Colonial) problems: who
will manage the Downton estate, which will eventually pass to her infant son,
George? Will Lord Grantham let his
daughter modernize and try to get it into a healthy financial state? Despite
the undertone of reality — death, grief, money problems — the series thrives because
it still creates a world of irresistible, glamorous escapism, filled with emotionally
messed-up, often scheming characters.
Take a look at this preview to see just how mopey Mary is,
and how lame the dialogue. “You must choose life or death,” the
Dowager Countess tells her granddaughter, proving that Maggie Smith can pull
off any line. “And you think I should choose life?” Mary answers, as
if she thinks there’s chance Granny is asking her to throw herself on a pyre.
Dockery becomes more convincing once Mary begins to come to
life again. (No spoilers in this review beyond what PBS has already revealed.)
Penelope Wilton is touchingly convincing
throughout, as Isobel tries to grapple with her son’s death.
nd we all miss Matthew. If the surface appeal of Downton is its glittery escapism, Matthew
was our way in, the middle-class lawyer who suddenly inherited wealth, as if he’d
won the lottery. Most of us know that if we were transported back in time we’d
land downstairs with the servants; winning the lottery is a fantasy we can
relate to. Season 4 has not found any replacement nearly as effective, as class
surrogate or a dream date. Allen Leech as Tom Branson comes closest. The former
chauffeur is trying hard to fit into Downton, but he gets a begrudgingly small,
half-baked plot of his own, which never catches fire.
He does, however, give the Dowager an opportunity for one of
her best lines, as she observes him at a party and notes that his small talk is
very small indeed. “Not everyone can be Oscar Wilde,” Robert tells
his mother, who instantly snaps back, “That’s a relief.”
It’s fun to watch everyone, even the Dowager in her way,
creep toward the Modern age, but none of Fellowes’ plot devices work as well as
the actors’ ability to get past the contrivances. Cousin Rose (Lily James), the
very young woman who was such an insufferable drip last season, is now living at Downton, and less drippy.
It’s Rose who first crosses paths with the band leader Jack Ross, a black man
who allows Fellowes to drag the issue of race into the series, not very credibly.
And Edith — aka “Poor Edith” — once more has a plot
that should be much more intriguing than it is. After all, she’s in love with a
man who can’t divorce his mad wife, as if she were Jane Eyre with crimped 20’s
hair. (Everyone has unflattering hair this season, one reason to be grateful we
don’t live in the 20’s .) It’s hard to care about her, even before her
story takes a predictable, over-the-top turn. Our detachment is not simply leftover
resentment from season 1, when she ratted out Mary about Mr. Pamuk. Laura
Carmichael makes Edith cold, and Fellowes makes her self-pitying — maybe more than either intends.
The downstairs drama involves a more serious misstep. I won’t
give away more than to say that it involves Anna (Joanne Froggatt), comes along in episode 2, and is unnecessarily
brutal for such a frothy show. And Downton
has always been pure froth. Even when Bates was in prison for murder, we felt
it was a matter of how he would find a way out, not when. The deaths of Sybil and
Matthew were wrenching, but we knew that
Fellowes was writing out actors who wanted to go. As viewers, we have always
negotiated that delicate balance between off-screen knowledge and in-the-fiction
belief. The bargain is that we’re knowingly entering a fantasy. The Anna plot
violates the tone of that agreement by dragging in an event far too weighty to
I wouldn’t skip a single deliriously captivating
episode, though — even though I hope that in season 5 (already ordered) Fellowes
shakes off his shadow romance-writer.
Here’s a downstairs scene from the new season’s first episode:
One more thing to know: If you’re waiting for Paul Giammati as
Cora’s brother and Shirley MacLaine as her mother, take a deep breath. They don’t
show up until the season’s last episode.