I don’t like period dramas. My wife has been known to watch Pride and Prejudice three or four times in a row during the course of one day. I am not known to do that. I am known to play Starcraft for 3 or 4 hours in a row. That is my vice.
On a recent trip to visit some friends, Kelly started watching Downton Abbey, a show that she has been meaning to watch for a while, and I have been meaning to avoid for a while. In fact, she started watching it with her friend, while I took the friend’s husband and boys to a basketball game. Manly stuff. I was continuing my success at avoiding it.
But then this thing happened. We got back from the game, and it was still on, and I started watching it. This also goes against my rule of “Nathan doesn’t watch any television.” (Which should be discussed in another post.) And the more I watched it, the more I was getting into it. Like, really getting into it.
So over the next couple of days we watched a few more episodes, and then we got home, and watched a few more. I guess I’m a fan. And the thing is, that’s okay, because it is really good. The stories are all really riveting, and the cast is really good, and it has a surprising amount of humor in it.
We have just started watching Season 2, and some of the scenes from WW1 really hit you with how intense they are. In fact, the whole show is really well shot, with an amazing attention to detail. It is like watching little mini movies, which is maybe why I let it slip through my “No TV rule.”
This doesn’t mean that I’m going to go home and start watching a bunch of Jane Austin movies, though. You have to draw the line somewhere.