The sound you hear in the background is moaning and sniffling across the land (probably across the world) as word gets about that Downton Abbey will finally come to an end next year after Series Six. We knew it had to end sometime, as all good things do. But many are not ready. There will be wailing and gnashing of teeth. Grief counselors will be working overtime this weekend.
Our Julian (Fellowes) has many threads to tie up in the final chapters, n’est-ce pas? Someone has to finally get stuck with Lady Mary (what a downer that woman can be). Thomas has to be hanged. We have to find fellas for Daisy and Lady Edith (or perhaps Edith will just run the newspaper and get even with lots of folks). Anna has to quit calling her husband “Mr. Bates.” (What is his first name?) Carson and Mrs. Hughes have to set up their love-nest. Lord Robert Crawley has to get a clean report from his cardiologist. Tom Branson, safely tucked away in Boston, has to decide if he’s a revolutionary or a Rotarian. Isobel and Lady Violet have to set up and run a B&B (with the dowager in charge of the complaint department). Mrs. Patmore needs to be promoted to sergeant major and put in charge of a string of kitchens. Mr. Molesley will publish the definitive book on self-pity. And did I mention, Thomas has to be hanged? (I’m not buying the hints of his rehabilitation in Series Five.)
This is a formidable list, and alert TAS readers may spot other untied-up threads I’ve failed to mention. But Fellowes has proven himself a talented and versatile storyteller, the awful attack on Anna being his only unforced error in five engaging seasons. The best to him in his finale season.
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