Downton Abbey proves, once again, that no-one knows acting better than the Brits.
You could easily mark this as a new thing based solely on the fact that I enjoyed a British period piece in the first place. Even Gosford Park, which I should have loved with it’s stellar cast and direction, couldn’t turn me. So the fact that I jumped at the screen when the episode was over, ready to watch the next one was quite a shock.
The show chronicles the lives of a British estate in 1912 from the servants perspective, to the royalty’s and back again. By the end of the first episode I was already invested in the lives of these people, both good and bad. And believe me, there’s a lot of stories intertwined here to keep track of, but they do a stellar job of keeping the audience up to speed.
I think I just found my favourite new series since Storage Wars…yuuuuuuuuuuuuup! (Please don’t judge me.)