THE CROWN is still amazing. My God! Worth the price of Netflix. So many nuanced emotions, passions, fears, and disappointments. And no one has to throw a plate or scream about adultery or find hidden letters by secret lovers, or resolve issues with schmaltzy hugs or 'victory montages' that wrap everything up. It's so incredible to see a drama without the crude hacky tricks. All Peter Morgan does is resist the typical shortcuts, forcing audiences to look deeper; like a jazz musician that rises to a crescendo and then goes UNDER the signature note, catching the audience by surprise, making them aware of how programmed they are to the lazy cliche pop music endings. Some without patience will think it's boring or there isn't enough devious plotting and smacking and screaming. And they're right. There is almost none of the hysterics. The show risks losing its audience because it knows that some will look deeper...deeper under the surface...and actually feel something indescribable.
I wish more American tv dramas could emulate this model...some times less is more. Some times silence speaks volumes. And some times it's the minutiae, the mumbling and fumbling for significance that's devastating, tragic, ironic, absurd, and transcendent.
I wish more American tv dramas could emulate this model...some times less is more. Some times silence speaks volumes. And some times it's the minutiae, the mumbling and fumbling for significance that's devastating, tragic, ironic, absurd, and transcendent.
1 comment:
So well put, Aurin. I, too, am a fan of The Crown and keep hoping that all those subtle marvels will somehow find their way into my plays and libretti.
I appreciate your blog. Happy holidays!
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