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Downton's Third Act Is the British Soap Stuck?

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The third season of “Downton Abbey,” which airs its finale on Sunday night, began with an event that ends most stories: a wedding. Not just any weddingthe dynastic, sanctioned, semi-incestuous union of Mary Crawley (Michelle Dockery) and her cousin Matthew (Dan Stevens). It’s a happy endingthe star-crossed lovers are together, the Crawley family will keep their home, and the servants will keep their jobsbut it’s not a promising start for a soap opera’s third round. Shorn of sex scandals and fraudulent amnesiac heirs, “Downton” this season has lacked the soapy suspense that used to power it. What remains is essentially conservative: The future will revolve around preserving things, and Downton in particular. So what happens to a show like this, when it loses its propulsive plot engine but keeps on spinning? Is “Downton Abbey” as afraid of change as its characters?

The show has long since disappointed whatever expectations its audience once had of serious social commentarythis is not “Upstairs, Downstairs.” It lacks the earlier show’s darkness, and if once upon a time Julian Fellowes's decision to humanize the downstairs help seemed aimed at making viewers question an aristocratic institution, the show is now fully committed to making us root for Downton. Any notion that the estate is not a benevolent employer gainfully supporting hundreds of peopleand an overall social good, if badly managedis only acknowledged in passing. Back in the first season, Gwen the maid’s departure to be a typist seemed to herald broader horizons for the staff in a changing world. Gwen’s life was hard. We saw her getting up in the cold and struggling; life downstairs was unpleasant. That’s no longer the case. We don’t see the servants rising in the dark, or cleaning, or scrubbing. Instead, they’re waiting at table and doing ladies’ hair and eating together and having tea. Even their rooms seem less drab. When it comes to preserving Downton and the social order it represents, the servants and the family are literally on the same cricket team.

While the show’s characters debate how to adapt to the changing social mores of the early 1920s, the show itself stays fixed. In fact, that’s part of its pleasure, like watching a sitcom: the happy, slightly unhealthy joy of watching the same set of beloved characters share screen time, work through some crises, then return to a point of comparative stasis. Certain formulas delight: Cousin Violet, the Dowager Countess (Maggie Smith) will always say something cutting and witty, O’Brien and Thomas Barrow will always plot with or against each other, Daisy will sulk, Edith will chafe, and Bates will continue to be Job in Downton’s universe (Fellowes is so determined to have Bates suffer that I fear for his wife Anna’s life next season). The show finds its equilibrium when plot becomes sedentary and details come to the fore. If Julian Fellowes were a composer he’d be Pachelbel; themes and variations are his medium, and this is the season of the reprise.

In the absence of real conflict, it’s unsurprising that Fellowes flirts with anticlimax this season like never before: Mrs. Hughes, the kindly housekeeper, might have had cancer but didn’t. Youngest daughter Sybil’s escape from Ireland might have gone wrong but went right. Mary might have been infertile, Edith might have married, and the Crawleys could have lost Downton. None of these events took place, and their aborted status is exactly the point: The show has moved into the subjunctive tense. Fellowes leaves dozens of guns on the mantle unfired, and resorts instead to a surprise axe to the back. The death of Sybil, the third Crawley daughter, is just such an event, and it tests the show’s commitment to stasis. That enormously affecting scene in which Cora (Elizabeth McGovern) stares into the camera as she says goodbye to her daughter Sybil, repeating the words “my baby,” is one of the most disruptive scenes the show has ever hadnot because of the death itself, shocking though it was, but because that moment contains the possibility of permanent emotional brokenness, of “Downton” becoming a tragedy. When Cora asks, “Is it ever really over?” we wonder whether this will be a watershed: People have died on “Downton,” but no one has yet been crippled by lasting emotional damage. The question hovers in the air for the length of exactly one episode, during which Cora’s pain renders her unable to forgive her husband Robert (Hugh Bonneville) for trusting a well-heeled doctor and ignoring his daughter’s health. A rare condemnation of aristocracy hangs in the air, and it seems that this is a problem “Downton” will not be able to fixuntil Cousin Violet mops up the messiness of grief with a tidy lie.

It works, and “Downton” returns to form: Cora is back to her usual resilient self by the next week. Sunday’s finale, which aired in Britain as a Christmas special, contains one very shocking plot twist (if you’ve managed to avoid the spoilers), but we will have to wait until next year to see what lasting effect it has. “Downton” is basically sadness-proof, and it will always be more Wodehouse than Brontë.

Fellowes does occasionally attempt a difficult character arc or long-term plotting, but he rarely pulls it off. Take the loud expository clunks by which Tom Branson (Allen Leech), the sandy-haired onetime chauffeur who married Sybil, evolvesin the space of two episodesfrom a Marxist radical to a morally flexible capitalist urging Lord Grantham to kick the farmers off the land. “What about the tenants?” Lord Grantham asksto a man who’d said, just two episodes earlier, that he couldn’t look at the Downtons of the world “and see charm and gracious living. I look at them and see something horrible.”

What Fellowes can be extraordinarily good at, when he wants to be, is the art of the detail.  His is the virtuosity of a mad miniaturist. Meticulous attention is paid to bouillon spoons, to slightly unorthodox seating arrangements, to the halting way everyone says “Tom” and the strategic advantage a facility with hairstyles confers on a lady’s maid. Someone could write an essay on the series’ eyebrows alone. These painterly touches are the show’s greatest strength, and Julian Fellowes is a master when it comes to small-scale art. But that sense of godly control careens off course once you zoom out to a larger scale. The show is far more interested in the name-swaps the two Toms undergofrom Thomas to Mr. Barrow and Branson to Tomthan it is in the steps that might actually change a grief-stricken revolutionary Irish widower into a cheery cricket player.

Despite the massive flaws in his own large-scale plots, Fellowes is at his best and most Wodehousian when his characters hatch plots of their own. In one episode, Matthew and Mary plot separately to see the same doctor, Barrow plots against O’Brien and O’Brien against Barrow, each using a footman as a pawn, and Carson plots with Alfred against Barrow while O’Brien plots with Jimmy against Barrow and Bates plots with Barrow against O’Brien.

These plots, with smaller gears, more moving parts, and shorter time-spans, are the source of the show’s energy. The greatest plotter of them all is the Dowager Countess, and one of Fellowes’ really clever decisions has been to have everyone in the show, including Lord Grantham, entirely misunderstand Cousin Violet’s modus operandi. When Cora points out to Lord Grantham that even Cousin Violet spoke up in favor of Edith, the Crawley’s spinster second daughter, writing a newspaper column, he replied that it was “doubtless for some reason of her own.” Cora asks if Cousin Violet is really that Machiavellian, and Lord Grantham says, “Yes.”

Lord Grantham is frequently wrong, but this is a particularly unfortunate mistakeand one it’s very easy to make thanks to the Dowager Countess’s marvelous acerbity. Most of the plots she engineered over the course of the season were rather noble, and yet she characterizes herself as always acting strictly according to self-interest. In this sense, Lord Grantham is rightshe does do things for “some reason of her own,” but that reason is generally to benefit the people whose problems happen to catch her glittering eye. Like any closeted philanthropist, she covers her tracks well. From the moment Cousin Violet refuses to leave the table while being served by Ethel, a cook who once moonlighted as a prostitute, she firmly commits to helping the disgraced servant and equally commits to hiding that commitment from do-gooder Isobel (leaving the table would have meant missing “such a good pudding,” Violet says). Though she shares Isobel’s impulse to help Ethel, to admit as much would never do. But it’s Violet who eventually finds Ethel a good job in a region where no one knows of her past, and arranges for her to see the son she had given up.

In fact, of the Crawleys, Cousin Violet is the most comfortably subversive: It’s Cousin Violet who sends the money for Sybil and Tom to travel from Ireland for Mary’s wedding, convinces Lord Grantham to hire Tom as the estate agent, engineers a reconciliation between Lord and Lady Grantham, and encourages Edith to pursue a career as a writer. At every turn, the woman who seems to most strenuously oppose change is the person welcomingand quietly incorporatingthe least orthodox elements into the family. If, as seems likely, Fellowes sees Violet as a sort of surrogate for himselfa sharp observant presence providing a running commentary on the doings at Downton, while secretly sculpting "Downton” into the best and most pragmatic version of itselfhe’s slightly off the mark. But he’s created a better character than any such surrogate could be, and that’s no small achievement.

Lili Loofbourow is a writer living in Oakland, California. Follow her @MillicentSomer.

 
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