Netflixs stately saga returns with 10 cracking episodes, a top-notch cast and a new queen taking her frustrations out on the breakfast
We open with some angry marmalading. The 38-year-old queen (Olivia Colman, replacing Claire Foy) has seen the updated profile pictures for the stampsnmoney, reflecting her transition from novice monarch to settled sovereign, as her private secretary delicately puts it, and is taking her feelings out on the toast. Its as expressive as the top Windsor is allowed to get.
The Crown is back for its third season, starting in 1964 and ending 13 years later with the silver jubilee. Theres a lot to get through and it wastes no time doing so, while somehow never going at more than a very stately pace indeed. A royals trick if ever there was one.
It is not the only conundrum presented by The Crown. The main one is: what is it? A soap? With all the personal dramas, behind-the-scenes machinations and a natural Joan Collins figure in Princess Margaret (now played, with magnificently casual disdain, by Helena Bonham Carter), it certainly lathers well. Is it prestige television? The money up on screen, the attention to detail, the hewing to British constitutional history and the dragooning of every respected member of British Equity suggest so.