There is spine-tingling supernatural news from The Crown, a TV show that takes itself considerably more seriously than the actual royal family. This has never been a programme that wears the “prestige TV” label as lightly as have other jewels of the era, preferring instead to drag it like a 10-ton weight into every scene while some of the finest actors of their generations pretend to be things like “sad about the news”, or “Princess Anne”.
Giggling away with a drink and a packet of crisps, I often wonder if I am its only disloyal subject. Surely not? For a long time I couldn’t really believe anyone took it seriously, and assumed it must be in on the joke of itself – a Nicolas Cage of a show, if you will.
