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Someday, as in The Crown

 




I've been watching The Crown again. I've watched it over 7 or 8 times until now, and still counting. As I am busy working during the day and editing my second novel in the evening, I'm watching it while I am having lunch and dinner, for about several ten minutes. 


I even memorised some of the dialogs in The Crown as I memorised the lines from Shakespeare plays when I studied them, which never lose the admiring aspects and are still the No.1 love of my life. 


The Crown reminds me a great deal of the plays of Shakespeare. The characterization and messages of The Crown are quite similar to those of the works of Shakespeare. 


The Crown, principally written by Peter Morgan, is one of the best drama television series I’ve ever watched. The reasons are:


the mesmerisingly written dialogs, and the fantastic characterisation, where each and every character is distinct and the representation of relationships among them is an ideal example of character relationship, especially for a story about higher beings such as a king or a queen and people being around the central existences, all who suffer from the fate of being in the very centre and also the fate of being the peripheral orbiting the very centre. There is no life that is not heartaching.  


further, the thoroughly constructed and smoothly interwoven plots, the well-balanced juxtaposition of the main plots and the sub-plots, and the finely-chosen historical events and moments in each episode, which were rewritten in the writer’s own perspectives with well-balanced political views, but never lose the historical essence thereof. 


It seems that the season 5 somewhat lost the unique energy that up to season 4 had, but I think the dialogs were still beautifully written in the fifth season. 


My favourite episode is “Moondust” in the season 3. The process through which the character Philip realises about himself was so touching that my eyes got teared up when he said those things about himself by referring to his lowered state of faith in front of the priests in the last scene.  


Someday, hope I can write such a story and lines as in The Crown. 




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