I watched season one and two of Netflix’s The Crown the way I’ve watched no show before it.
With my phone in my hand, frantically googling historical events/people/places/ballerinas.
The questions I typed into my phone over the weekend while watching the entire TEN HOURS of season two included but weren’t limited to:
– What’s an ‘Anthony Eden’?
– Who’s Prince Philip’s friend who cheated on his wife?
– Did Prince Philip have an affair with a Russian ballerina?
– Did Prince Philip have an affair?
LISTEN: Laura Brodnik and I tackle every question to arise from The Crown Season 2, on The Binge. Post continues after.
– With who?
– Prince Philip Melbourne Olympics (I no longer had time for questions… only key words)
– Prince Philip beard
– Queen Elizabeth hair
– How many children does Queen Elizabeth have?
– Who are the ones that aren’t Charles and Anne?
– Princess Margaret engagement
– Prince George as a baby (sorry this was the point I got distracted)
And that was only in the first four episodes. Netflix legitimately owes me money for my phone data and I will be pursuing it.
But the reason I watched The Crown glued to my phone wasn’t because of any shortcoming of the show. It was because the series taps into a part of me – a part of most people I’m sure – that’s become incidentally neglected: our fascination with history.