I imagine that Netflix's big bet on The Crown, including an exquisite setting that must have cost a fortune, has paid off, that brilliance can also be profitable, that multiple viewers from all walks of life have been hooked on it, regret that it's over, are going to remember it. It is a luxurious product that is written and made with intelligence, realism and imagination, something little valued by production companies whose only objective is to make ends meet and convinced that the general public will gladly swallow whatever they throw at it.
For my taste, the first four seasons are splendid. And it declines slightly in the fifth and sixth. Perhaps because we had too much information and closeness about the history of Diana, Princess of Wales. But at the end of the series there are very good moments. The bitterness, introspection and the conviction that life has taken over him, of that adolescent prince whose mother has died, is well described. The outcome is more than worthy, but something was lost along the way.
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I am not in the least interested in the English monarchy. No monarchy. But I'm passionate about how The Crown has portrayed the human beings who make it up and their circumstances. And I will keep in my memory several of its chapters. The one with the fog invading London and causing disaster. Prince Charles' stay in Wales and the collapse of a school due to a mining accident. And my favorite, the beginning of the tortuous and passionate relationship between Princess Margaret and photographer Tony Armstrong. Everything there was sensual, elegant, subtle, hypnotic. Thank you for everything The Crown.
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