The Windsors are richer than Croesus and cosseted in indescribably privileged circumstances, lavished with lifetime stipends for performing ceremonial chores, kowtowed to and fawned over by legions of adoring subjects who may or may not have a recently purchased pair of shoes in their closets (“These will see me through…”). And this bird’s nest on the ground lands in the royals’ lap by virtue of their having chosen their parents felicitously. A signature accomplishment, indeed.
God save England, rather!
That said, I vitiate my regicidal rant by confessing that this bumpkin from the colonies enjoyed both seasons of “The Crown” immensely. Chalk it up to an unabashed crush on Claire Foy rather than to monarchical leanings. Also, this GOB* is a sucker for pageantry, bawls unmanly over it. Give me fanfare and crescendo.
Ms. Foy was the breath and life of the series — her eyes are like crater lakes, her Queen’s dialect has the ring of fine crystal — as against the pallid impersonation of Prince Philip by Matt Smith. To be fair, the character of the Duke of Edinburgh doesn’t leap off the screen even in real life. It was disheartening, however, to learn that Smith was paid substantially more for his work on the series than Foy was for hers.
I look forward to seeing the terrific Olivia Colman play Elizabeth in the next installment of “The Crown.” I’ve admired her acting in “The Night Manager” and “Broadchurch.”
*”Good Old Boy”
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