‘PBS’s Grantchester’ Plunges Into the High-Risk Total Vicar Transplant

Not to get all melodramatic or anything, but Grantchester opens season 4 with life-threatening major surgery.

The new guy, Will Davenport (left), chats with the old guy, Sidney Chambers.

The popular 1950s PBS drama, which resumes Sunday at 9 p.m. ET, faces the unhappy task of slicing the show open and cutting out its main character, James Norton’s Sidney Chambers.

As so often happens with operations like this, we may not know for weeks whether it was a success. The producers are exuding optimism, for what it’s worth, having already renewed Grantchester for a season five.

There are times this Sunday when, frankly, it all feels a little rushed and dramatically compacted. That doesn’t necessarily mean the patient won’t recover.

As PBS has previously announced, the show is really undergoing a full vicar transplant, inserting Will Davenport (Tom Brittney) in place of Sidney.

Sunday’s premiere, which runs the first two of the season’s six episodes back-to-back, doesn’t give us a real sense of Will. All we really learn is that he’s a former inner city chaplain with a social conscience, and that the social conscience part seems not to be incidental.

To a much greater extent than in the previous seasons, the incipient social justice movements of the 1950s — many centered in America, but with ripples felt in countries like Britain as well — immediately begin feeling more prominent.

As with PBS’s sister period British drama Call the Midwife, the wider world seems to be generally seeping more prominently here into a drama that in many ways felt isolated.

Where Sidney has always loved to sit around listening to jazz while he’s drinking, this season opens with Little Richard ripping his way through “Long Tall Sally.” Later in the episode we get a prominent dose of the 1954 hit “Earth Angel,” in a version that sounds more like Britain’s Southlanders than America’s Penguins.

Geordie Keating, the man who’s staying.

All this gives Grantchester a different feeling and rhythm, though it’s still going to be a police procedural with Detective Inspector Geordie Keating (Robson Green) spearheading investigations into a weekly crime. With a whole new team, though, including a new stationhouse colleague in the pragmatic Detective Constable Larry Peters (Bradley Hall), the stories could branch out a bit.

Most important, with no disrespect to social justice, Grantchester must quickly establish a relationship between Geordie and Will that’s as strong and satisfying as the one Geordie has had with Sidney.

Geordie and Sidney.

This is a buddy show. No buddies, no show.

Sidney’s own final hours feel like his previous three seasons on steroids, as he gets whipsawed between hope and despair. He responds by drinking heavily and realizing after he sobers up that the bottle let him down. Didn’t solve anything.

Without dropping any spoilers, the specific circumstances of his impending departure could constitute either an awakening or a Hail Mary.

In either case, Sidney has had a good run, give or take feeling tormented all the time.

A small-town vicar with a taste for jazz, a weakness for alcohol and a serious case of self-doubt, Sidney gradually became Geordie’s volunteer sidekick. What started as an accident became a near-obsession.

Every week Sidney and Geordie teamed up to tackle one of the extraordinarily high number of murders that seem to occur in their peaceful little English village.

Sidney Chambers.

We also watched Sidney agonize his way through an on-and-off relationship with his true love, Amanda (Morven Christie) — a relationship whose ending bordered on flat-out cruel.

Simultaneously, straight-arrow Geordie was having a crisis with his loyal wife Cathy (Kacey Ainsworth). The marriage felt very tenuously patched back together toward the end of last season.

In fact, the murders sometimes seemed almost incidental last season, as Cupid also found Sidney’s scowling housekeeper Sylvia (Tessa Peake-Jones) and Sidney’s fellow man of the cloth, curate Leonard Finch (Al Weaver).

Leonard’s canoodling had a particularly dangerous edge, since the slightest public sign of gay affection in 1950s Britain — or most of the world — could send you to prison.

But with social justice apparently a featured item on the menu this season, Leonard may be right in step.

David Hinckley wrote for the New York Daily News for 35 years. Now he drives his wife crazy by randomly quoting Bob Dylan and “Casablanca.”

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