Adorable PBS Aristocrats Win the Class War, Again

Imperialist propaganda doesn’t get any more tender-hearted than “Downton Abbey.” The BBC series about extremely rich people in 1912 and their sweetly devoted staff of obedient servants always paid a certain amount of lip service to the inherent injustice of British aristocratic oligarchy, but not enough to make any of the moneyed characters retaliate, and certainly not enough to disrupt the show’s real reason to exist: coziness.

“The Crown,” for all its sumptuousness and elegance, will never make viewers truly love Britain’s royals, but this sweeping soap about compassionate lords and ladies and the underpaid staff they treat like family is the television equivalent of being tucked into a warm bed on a cold rainy night.

For this theatrical sequel, set in 1927, two years after where the series ended, creator-screenwriter Julian Fellowes and veteran TV director Michael Engler (“Downton Abbey,” “Six Feet Under”) have delivered a densely packed two-hour episode that manages to touch on the lives of every main character (and there are over two dozen of them) and weave together what would amount to a season’s worth of narratives.

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This thing is packed with incident, including — and what follows are the sort of details some fantasy league aristocrats might not want to know, so do please stop here if, dearest reader, that applies to you — a visit from King George V and Queen Mary that sends Downton into a flurry of activity; a concurrent visit from a mysterious stranger who has plans for Irish former-chauffeur-and-revolutionary-turned-class-traitor Tom Branson (Allen Leech); a servant rebellion when the Royal staff and chef barge into Downton like they own the place; pre-wedding tension for cook Daisy (Sophie McShera) and footman Andy (Michael Fox); a pregnancy for the endlessly beleaguered Lady Edith (Laura Carmichael); a clandestine gay rendezvous for butler Thomas Barrow (Robert James-Collier); an inheritance battle; a family member with a secret identity; a thief on the loose; a distractingly hot plumber; and an announcement from the Dowager Countess (Maggie Smith).

It’s quite a lot, and the challenge to keep all the characters in play at the same time — they’re frequently clustered in one room or, when on the move, crossing paths through a scene so that every actor gets a line or two — diminishes the emotional resonance the series achieved through famous storylines such as the blossoming romance between valet Mr. Bates (Brendan Coyle) and lady’s maid Anna (Joanne Froggatt).

The cast slips back into character easily, but no single person is given all that much to do, save for Smith, whose snooty quips always steal scenes, and would appear to be Fellowes’ favorite writing exercise. When asked if a recent general strike affected her, the Countess replies, “My maid was rather curt with me, but she is a Communist at heart.”

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So this is fan service as painstaking as any Marvel installment, and you’re expected to bring your well-studied knowledge of deep bench characters and all your reserve emotional commitment with you. As a reward for those loyal fans, “Downton Abbey” offers an envelopment in gorgeous and exacting period detail. A piece of Royal Mail is followed like a bullet from a John Woo gun through train travel, hand sorting, and finally a breathless, white-gloved delivery. Mr. Carson (Jim Carter) gardens in an immaculately clean suit and tie. Gleaming silver bowls are made blinding with tiny soft-bristled brushes. Vintage gowns and their facsimiles get the loving attention of superhero costumes. The mechanics of an ecstatically analog past (sometimes rendered digitally, but you’ll never be able to tell) pack the frame in a nearly three-dimensional manner. It’s a generous and voluptuous surface sensuality.

That this surface beauty is meant to communicate a gentle historical lie, that we were all better off back then, is always sort of the point. Fellowes can’t hide his love for the absurdly rich, and “Downton” has always been a rehab narrative. It indulges fantasies about great wealth and also the pleasures of being adjacent to great wealth. It has the power to make audiences believe that being a pastry chef in a great house would be a fine life even if it involved sleeping on a cot in a room the size of a prison cell.