I cringe at how reverential the Netflix show The Crown is to the monarchy. I couldn't finish the first season because of all the vaseline on the lens. Even when being critical, the filmmakers backlit the queen & co. so they literally glowed.
And set them to heroic music.
It's Filmmaking 101: How to set the emotional tone so you criticize while upholding.
Still, I've been recovering from dental surgery, and I am enjoying the latest season of The Crown--mostly for the once-over-lightly review of the 1980s: the IRA, the Falklands, the music Diana listens to...
But also for the pleasure of meta-viewing:
HOW DO THEY DO THAT?
Fagan breaks into Buckingham Palace to complain to the queen about how Maggie Thatcher has wasted millions of pounds on an unnecessary war.
What can she do? The prime minister is a Meanie!
Do I care?
I do not.
But someone wrote a tweet of mock-outrage about it, and Slate interviewed him:
What was so egregious about Charles’ fishing?
Casting a fly is one of the things that anybody who has been fishing looks for in anything that involves fishing. There’s a real aesthetic beauty to a well-cast fly. It creates this pleasing shape and it lands without a whisper of a ripple on the water.
Purely the technical aspect of casting his line in such an incompetent manner—this is a man who was brought up with these country pursuits his entire life. His muscle memory wouldn’t allow him to cast as poorly as that.
The way that he treats the poor fish once he’s caught it, that’s properly homicidal. The poor actor.
but it mocks the personal foibles & idiocies of Charles & Co.