Downton Abbey: The Grand Finale marks a wistfully enjoyable conclusion, distinguished by its exceptional costume and production design. Admittedly, the story itself isn’t exactly ground-breaking—or even strictly necessary—but that hardly matters. The familiar elegance and frothy fun make for pure comfort viewing. Once again, it’s everything you’d expect: lavish estates, witty (and often ridiculous) dialogue over tea, and a steady dose of aristocratic drama. And the views! As with the previous two films, the sprawling ensemble means not every character gets their due. The focus largely rests on Michelle Dockery’s Lady Mary, which proves to be the right choice—she remains the most compelling presence of the bunch. Beyond that, the film leans heavily on an “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it” philosophy, which fans are unlikely to mind. After all, it delivers exactly what they’ve loved for nearly a decade, tied together with a sweet little send-off. And make no mistake: for many of a certain age, this still qualifies as “event viewing.” At my screening, plenty of audience members arrived dressed to the nines. With ample fan service, a few tender moments (just not many surprises), Downton Abbey once again proves that its old-timey whimsy is still an effective draw.