I’m as much of an Anglophile as Her Majesty herself, and considerably more so than that Greek bloke she married. (You want proof? I used the word “bloke” in the last sentence, and who but a true son of Albion would do a thing like that?)
My Anglophilia is the reason I’ve always had a love/hate relationship with Downton Abbey.
Yes, the plots were absurd, the characterizations were paper-thin, and the anachronisms were beyond counting. But…it was British! And not just British, but Stately Home British, which is the best kind of British to be.
I never missed an episode.
So I’ll almost certainly make my way to Downton Abbey: The Exhibition, which opens in New York next week. It looks like standard admission for adults is $30, and a typical visit lasts about an hour. Tickets are on sale for dates through January, at which point the New York show will either be extended or travel to another as yet unannounced location.
I’ll elaborate on some of my issues with Downton in my next posting. I tend to get a bit too snarky when I talk about it, and this tour announcement isn’t the place for snark.