It’s all different now, you know? A new season of The Crown has arrived, and I’m not really feeling it.
The first four seasons of The Crown have the glossy coating of time over them. The intrigues of the 1930s through the ’70s are distant enough that it all feels like a big-budget, dishy, fairytale retelling.
I was entranced because of the production design, the storytelling, and the performances: Claire Foy, Olivia Colman, wow. The episode about the mining disaster in the Welsh town of Aberfan from Season 3—heartbreaking.
Now, though, Season 5 of The Crown is arriving at events that I watched happen in real time, and it’s not so much fun. The British royal family has forever been Topic One of the tabloids, and The Crown has consistently shown us how that voyeuristic coverage has cost them so much.
Maybe it’s cost us, too. What is our fascination with these people? Why do we keep watching?
I confess that watching the trailer up top got me curious about Imelda Staunton as the latest actor to portray the queen. She looks formidable. But I don’t have the stomach to watch the marriage of Charles and Diana disintegrate. Again. It was bad the first time.
My solution? Start over with Season 1!
I’m curious what everybody’s take is on this new season.