“Downton” Rides To The Sound Of Clichés
“Downton Abbey” returned last night for its sixth and farewell season. (It won’t officially air in the U.S. till January on PBS, but anyone with a tech-savvy 9-year-old can find the episode online.) And the ultimate upper-crust cliche unfolded: The local fox hunt was gathered outside the great house, and we were treated to the whole panoply of picturesque nostalgia, circa 1925: red coats, huffing horses, the dignified creak of butler on gravel. I thus must reach for Oscar Wilde‘s definition of such a spectacle: “The unspeakable in pursuit of the uneatable.”
