Linda Roach

HAD TO BUY IT, it was so good. A keeper. In addition to outstanding acting on everyone's part, the dancing is fantastic!!! And all this during the Nazi reign.

The bloom is off the rose. My fascination -- no, obsession -- has come to an end. I'm actually glad the end has also come for this once powerful, dynamic saga. The New Era Downton movie was a mishmash of characters rushing by as Fellowes over-zealously paraded the cast by, wrapping up each character's loose ends, starting with Branson and Lucy, then Daisy and Andrew, Mrs. Pamore and Mr. Mason, and Molessley and Baxter, then tidily wrapping it up with Barrow and the handsome, gay actor Dexter. And all this is just over two hours, while still having time to explain, once again, Mary's husband Henry's absence (still busy with more important gigs like playing studio honcho Robert Evans in "The Offer," I'm betting) AND managing to, at long last, kill off Violet. And to think I forgave Fellowes' bumbling, not-a-real-actor-in-sight fiasco of The Gilded Age because I expected his usual brilliance forthcoming in the upcoming Downton film. Instead, what was sorely missing was the familiar captivating, sensitive, creative flair he used to catapult this successful franchise to heights none could have imagined. In the end, however, like so many once-revered series, this final installment is proof it has overstayed its welcome.