Lisa Kurak

After feasting on six seasons of delicious intrigue, disappointment, disaster and romance in the ups and downs of the lives of those living both up and down the stairs at Downton Abbey; this plotless, predictable movie was force-fed cotton candy: all fluff and no substance. It plodded along with the only plot being the king's coming for a visit. Nostalgia regarding the past is fine; even nostalgia about a show from the past is fine - as long as there is some character development or a moral dilemma: something besides lavish costumes in 1927 England. Instead of being a hallmark of the uppercrust Brittish keeping up the stiff upper lip amid intense personal or political problems (say in time of depression and war that would be coming soon); or the servants below finding how to rise above after a fall; we got an Anglo-Hallmark. Save your money and donate it to war relief.

I can't sit through all that for possibly one funny line in a whole show of personal attacks, character assination and vitrolic ranting delivered badly. (Bee should stick with dramatic acting as she has zero delivery.) A divisive show that only fosters hate.