Buy it Now: The Crown Season 2
So instead of following a single arc, The Crown kind of just wanders, peering in on Elizabeth and Philip¡¯s marriage in the first couple episodes, then spending some time with Margaret and her new beau, a dashing bisexual photographer played by Matthew Goode. (Christmas came early, kids.) The Kennedys even pop over for a visit in one cheesy but wholly satisfying episode. They¡¯re just wealthy house cats, batting around expensive balls, bumping up against the roiling mid-century before drowsily retiring to the palace. The Crown is a royalist soap opera that may be kind of irresponsible, here in fraught, fractious late 2017. (Of course, in The Crown¡¯s perverse and primly sociopathic logic, Elizabeth wins in the end when Jackie¡¯s husband has his head blown off. We see Elizabeth, once again played in sharply observed clucks and pursings of lip by Foy, become ever more hardened by her title, willfully ossifying herself into a personality-less extension of the crown, at the expense of pretty much everyone around her. She¡¯s totemic, monomaniacal¡ªin a stiff, measured way. Why should we be venerating these leeches and layabouts, this vestigial symbol of arrogant empire? For one, they bring up the whole Edward VIII-Nazi connection, which had to be addressed at some point. Sometimes when Lorne Balfe¡¯s score is really going for it, playing at full blare over scenes of some mundane plot development, all that opulence can seem a little silly. It all made linear sense, lavishly wrought and keenly acted, especially by Foy and Kirby.
There¡¯s a part of me that wants to dislike The Crown, this slavish devotional to an outmoded institution increasingly unpopular in its own country, if still an object of some fascination in ours. It¡¯s why the Jackie Kennedy episode is such a kick, watching Lilibet squirm in the face of this glamorous, new-era New Worlder. There¡¯s something annoying about the show, its almost meta obliviousness. Sure, Margaret was perhaps a less sympathetic figure in real life; (The show remains polite about what, or who, he may actually have done. (This is pointed out to her, rather bluntly, by her sister in one of their many bruising, terrific scenes together. Nothing¡¯s ever going to be great for Margaret, and the series doesn¡¯t shy away from showing us that. I¡¯m intrigued by Princess Margaret (Vanessa Kirby), but mostly because I¡¯ve heard that she was a sort of glorious mess in real life, and some men of my, ahem, persuasion are just drawn to that sort of thing. The Crown is a grand production, elegant and ornate but stopping just shy of gaudy. It¡¯s fun, how the show bops around, offering a surveying look at the royals as they were in the years after one global sea change and just before another one. I was wrong. (I beg you all to read my Prince Harry slashfic.
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The first season had the benefit of a cracking good arc, with Elizabeth¡¯s father dying years before the family assumed he would, leaving Elizabeth entirely unprepared to be monarch. Spending so much time with pinched Elizabeth, it¡¯s refreshing to change gears and get loose with Margaret, so angry and hurt, oozing humanity. there was a grand coronation, and even a tense little bit of action with an elephant in Africa. The show has yet to get into Philip¡¯s, uh, let¡¯s say colorful use of language when it comes to races different from his own, but this season it does at least investigate his toxic arrogance, and his potentially wandering eye. But the second season¡ªwhich will be most of the cast¡¯s last, as the roles are being aged up¡ªhas far less form to follow, as the queen drifts into her middle thirties and Britons turn away from Buckingham Palace and toward the wave of social change and upheaval the 1960s would bring.
All this mellow palace intrigue once again looks rather splendid. I¡¯ll get my vicarious royals sex elsewhere, thank you. But I still quite like the way she¡¯s characterized here. It gives the series some actual heat, though it turns out that there is a limit to how much heat should be applied to this show. But she won¡¯t. She¡¯s too invested, too enamored of and reliant on the whole rotten enterprise. I¡¯m not rooting for Elizabeth (Claire Foy), exactly. In this darker, edgier season, there is, well, a kind of a sex scene involving Goode, and it is thoroughly jarring. Meeting Antony Armstrong-Jones, Goode¡¯s satyr of a suitor, provides some happiness, but it¡¯s all drenched in unease. And I certainly don¡¯t care for her husband, Prince Philip (Matt Smith). Winston Churchill was involved; It¡¯s quite like Queen Elizabeth II herself: imperiously, ruthlessly dedicated to the preservation of the old ways. it¡¯s been said she could be a bit of a monster.
The first few episodes spend a bit too much time focusing on Philip, who¡¯s not very pleasant company. Perhaps The Crown is not a sexy show because it is not good at doing sex. To its credit, this season does spend some time actually reckoning with the imperfections of the family. Everyone put your clothes back on, and don¡¯t worry about it. Long live The Crown, I guess.
Still, this show really should belong to Margaret. Brought to sad, sloshed life by Kirby, you kind of pity this lovelorn hothouse flower¡ªuntil you realize that most of her problems could maybe be fixed if she¡¯d just give up this royals non-sense. Last year, I complained about the lack of sex on The Crown; This awkward sequence would seem to heavily suggest that, anyway.) So Margaret stumbles around in a fog of smoke and self-pity. But, a bit like the monarchy itself, something about the show¡¯s sheer belief in its grandeur¡ªin the righteousness and necessity of it all¡ªsells me on the enterprise. as ever, be careful what you wish for. So, forgive me. It sounds dull, maybe, but it isn¡¯t. But as a new real-world royalist soap opera kicks into high gear, what further harm could a lowly Netflix show really do? It¡¯s a chilling, and credible, imagining of their interior relationship. It¡¯s often fascinating, watching how creator and royals obsessive Peter Morgan reconciles the facts of the real world with his fantasy.) If the stuff dealing with Philip alone isn¡¯t the most interesting, an argument between him and Elizabeth is, where we see more of her maddeningly opaque resolve stonewalling him into submission. I wouldn¡¯t call the finely drawn characters on The Crown heroes, but they¡¯re not antiheroes either.)