I’ve been glued to every episode of The Crown on Netflix since Season 1.
Season 4, including some great acting, has emerged as a welcome respite
from the show’s general downward spiral. Not that The Crown is without
style or exciting diversions.
The absence of audacity is apparent. Even the lovely Lesley Manville, who
plays Princess Margaret, the Queen’s sister, feels continually hampered by
the duties of the monarchy, which seem to have a cadaverous effect on
everyone involved. In a way, Margaret reminds me of Asha Bhosle to Lata
Mangeshkar’s “Queen.” Princess Margaret will never be able to escape her
sister’s shadow, no matter how hard she tries. There is no substitute for
genius, and brio isn’t it.
Season 4, including some great acting, has emerged as a welcome respite
from the show’s general downward spiral. Not that The Crown is without
style or exciting diversions.
The absence of audacity is apparent. Even the lovely Lesley Manville, who
plays Princess Margaret, the Queen’s sister, feels continually hampered by
the duties of the monarchy, which seem to have a cadaverous effect on
everyone involved. In a way, Margaret reminds me of Asha Bhosle to Lata
Mangeshkar’s “Queen.” Princess Margaret will never be able to escape her
sister’s shadow, no matter how hard she tries. There is no substitute for
genius, and brio isn’t it.
