I love the Tridentine mass more the more I attend it. In part it’s because of its clarity. If someone who had no idea what was going on saw it the only way he could make sense of what was happening would be to assume that everyone there thought there was something enormously important going on that couldn’t be seen and wasn’t simply what the people visibly present were doing. The first time I attended Latin mass that was the aspect that thrilled me. I don’t think that’s so true of the new form, especially as presented today.
I also admire how well it’s put together to work under all possible circumstances. The Church could be in schism, the bishop notoriously corrupt, the priest a child molester, the congregation swinish, your home life sordid and hateful, the world a mess in every way. There might even be a few problems with you yourself. The mass knows about all that and knows how to deal with it. The kneeling, breastbeating, confessions of unworthiness and prayers for purification are not in the least excessive. It’s hard to imagine when they wouldn’t be literally fitting, More to the point, they ensure that the gift is always visibly available to those who need it most, even when those through whom the gift is offered are plainly unworthy. The Latin mass is not about the people putting it on but about God and the soul’s need for God. It’s the least elitist or clericalist of rites.