
I love a Christmas special. They are always absurd and are often game-changers for an entire series — even though they are not part of a season, so not all viewers will end up watching them. Some prime examples from years past:
- Voyage of the Damned, Doctor Who (I have never made it all the way through this episode. I just… I don’t even know.)
- That Misfits special from last year (Nathan randomly commits to a pregnant girl, there is a gross afterbirth-stomping scene, Nicki dies, and OH YEAH THEY ALL GET NEW POWERS)
- okay I really just wanted to mention those two.
This year, both Doctor Who and Downton Abbey indulged us. I’ll avoid spoilers for the latter, but not the former because it’s become so formulaic that there Are No Spoilers. In “The Doctor, the Widow, and the Wardrobe,” Who offered a forgettable Narnia knockoff (but with spaceships) that I thought was focused on a mother’s love by defining it as strength; however, it actually reduced motherhood to a biological function and then some trees were sentient. Also Bill Bailey and Dawn French (underused). Madge (Claire Skinner) was a superb, fierce mother, though, which I did appreciate.
Doctor Who always grants Christmas this semi-cosmic significance without quite considering why. Oh, it’s Christmas, so there will be aliens and a derivative story line. Last year’s “A Christmas Carol” took on Scrooge-lite in analyzing generosity and love at Christmastime, but this year’s special didn’t do much for me. And yet the episode nearly saved itself in the last few minutes with a surprise happy ending and the Doctor understanding what it was to cry with happiness. Amy and Rory returned. Amy continues to have beautiful hair. I continued not to give a shit.
Because Christmas specials are all about ~feelings~, Downton Abbey nearly gave everyone a heart attack with the unraveling of scandals both upstairs and downstairs. I imagine people will get upset about spoilers, so I won’t get into them. The tension felt real, but then I remembered what show I was watching. On Downton Abbey there are rarely any consequences for any characters. Obviously the denouement of this special was amazing and perfect and YAY, but I’m a bit tired of the same problems being rehashed as if they were new plot points and hope the show can finally move forward. I’m at the point where I don’t much care about Bates anymore, and was relieved not to have to deal with Branson being a domineering d-bag making Sibyl feel bad about class issues for 90 minutes.
That said, Dame Maggie Smith was on point, as always, and of course the ending was a cause for joy, celebration, parades in the streets etc.
In the midst of all of this, I wasn’t really into Christmas this year after a long semester and a week of intense holiday admin. So it was a relief that the triumphant return of Absolutely Fabulous had nothing to do with the holidays. How this show manages to stay relevant is beyond me; it’s a work of genius, ageing with its characters through a variety of social contexts. And for all the feel-good warm-and-fuzzy feelings the previous shows doled out, nothing inspired me more than the handshake between Patsy and Saffy. That, friends, is a true statement of peace for mankind.
[DW and DA screencaps from rawr-caps.net; AbFab image from The Telegraph. Font is ChocolateBox. I’ve forgotten how to use Photoshop with any dignity.]




