You might wonder why someone would want to write about Downton Abbey, three years
after the final episode aired. But it’s
still out there to watch, endlessly repeated on ITV Encore or available to stream. I defy anyone not to be charmed by its, er,
well, charms. What’s not to love? Everything about it, from the setting to the
storylines, harks back to a golden age that nostalgic baby boomers just can’t
get enough of, because, as people get older, they can’t help but feel the past
was better. Of course, this isn’t the
case. They simply prefer a time when
they were younger.
Dissecting Downton Abbey for examination makes it all the
more surprising that its success was never expected by ITV. Julian Fellowes’ deft
screenplays and detailed character creations apparently didn’t seem enough on
paper. But scheduling it for 9pm Sunday
nights, the latest possible hour for people planning to go bed at a sensible
hour before the start of the working week, had to be a cynical move to strike
at viewers at their most vulnerable.
Inevitably, fans of the show compared its bygone values to an impending
Monday morning of emails, passive aggression and conference calls, and
understandably couldn’t get enough of the world of Downton.
Following the X Factor
Results shows, it was even more obvious by contrast alone that this was the
perfect antidote to average-looking and sounding teenagers who “just really,
really want it,” giving us 1910s heroes who knew their place and weren’t afraid
of a bit of bloody hard work. But that
was its beauty. Pop your phone away in a
different room to avoid second screening, and surrender yourself as soon as the
opening credits roll with their non-threatening music to a good hour of the
televisual equivalent of a cuddle with your old nan.
Even among jaded office workers in the media industry, it
became essential viewing. One colleague,
prone to misnaming things, couldn’t stop calling it Downtown Abbey. This alternative show, with visions of
drive-by shootings and the Dowager
Countess pimping out the scullery maids, had the potential to be as
entertaining as the real one.
Initially bundled up in their Drama package, ITV soon
realised the show’s potential for standalone sponsorship with a price tag in
the millions. The show even travelled
well, picking up awards in the US, where viewers probably thought it was
reality TV. As a result, their demand
for episodes increased and the need for storylines placed a strain on the show,
resorting to tragic scenes that ended up ruining a few Christmas
afternoons.
But as drama, and as period drama, it was rather
exquisite. What’s more, it played to our
moral sensitivities. We knew which
characters were good as, like us, they had liberal responses to things such as
extra-marital sex, political activism, women’s rights, ethnic minorities,
homosexuality etc. Ultimately, a
crueller age was presented through a lens that wouldn’t upset the modern
palate, thereby throwing all historical accuracy out of the window and onto the
well-manicured lawns. This therefore
moves Downton into the spectrum of fantasy drama, which is why it is still to
be recommended as a way to escape reality.
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