Netflix just dropped Season 5 of The Crown... there's a brand new cast of actors playing the royals, continuing the show's tradition of recasting its major roles every two seasons. ♚
Queen Elizaebeth II (Claire Foy, Olivia Colman, and Imelda Staunton)
Prince Philip (Matt Smith, Tobias Menzies, and Jonathan Pryce)
Princess Margaret (Vanessa Kirby, Helena Bonham Carter, and Lesley Manville)
Peter Townsend (Ben Miles and Timothy Dalton)
Antony Armstrong-Jones, Lord Snowdon (Matthew GoodE and Ben Daniels)
Princess Diana (Emma Corrin and Elizabeth Debicki)
Prince Charles (Josh O'Connor and Dominic West)
Princess Anne (Erin Doherty and Claudia Harrison)
The Queen Mother (Victoria Hamilton, Marion Bailey, and Marcia Warren)
Lord Mountbatten (Greg Wise and Charles Dance)
Duke of Windsor (Alex Jennings and Derek Jacobi as Edward)
Duchess of Windsor (Lia Williams and Geraldine Chaplin)
Camilla Parker Bowles (Emerlad Fennell and Olivia williams)
Prince Andrews (Tom Byrne and James Murray)
Prince Edward (Angus Imrie and Sam Woolf)
Andrew Parker Bowles (Andrew Buchan and Daniel Flynn as Andrew)
In 1945 World War II had kept front line nurse Claire Randall and soldier husband Frank apart. Now that the war was concluded, the two embarked on a second honeymoon. Not only did Frank hope to reconnect with his wife, but looked to reconnect with his family’s past so chose to visit his ancestral home. Things seemed to be going well until Claire suddenly found herself hurled back to the year 1743 where she met one of Frank’s ancestors. ("Sassenach", Outlander, TV)
The wind was rising, and the very air of the bedroom was prickly with electricity. I drew the brush through my hair, making the curls snap with static and spring into knots and furious tangles. My hair would have to do without its hundred strokes tonight, I decided. I would settle for brushing my teeth, in this sort of weather. Strands of hair adhered stickily to my cheeks, clinging stubbornly as I tried to smooth them back.No water in the ewer; Frank had used it, tidying himself before setting out for his meeting with Mr. Bainbridge, and I had not bothered to refill it from the lavatory tap. I picked up the bottle of L'Heure Bleu and poured a generous puddle into the palm of my hand. Rubbing my hands briskly together before the scent could evaporate, I smoothed them rapidly through my hair. I poured another dollop onto my hairbrush and swept the curls back behind my ears with it.Well. That was rather better, I thought, turning my head from side to side to examine the results in the speckled looking glass. The moisture had dissipated the static electricity in my hair, so that it floated in heavy, shining waves about my face. And the evaporating alcohol had left behind a very pleasant scent. Frank would like that, I thought. L'Heure Bleu was his favorite.There was a sudden flash close at hand, with the crash of thunder following close on its heels, and all the lights went out. Cursing under my breath, I groped in the drawers.Somewhere I had seen candles and matches; power failure was so frequent an occurrence in the Highlands that candles were a necessary furnishing for all inn and hotel rooms. I had seen them even in the most elegant hotels, where they were scented with honeysuckle, and presented in frosted glass holders with shimmering pendants.Mrs. Baird's candles were far more utilitarian—plain white plumber's candles—but there were a lot of them, and three folders of matches as well. I was not inclined to be picky over style at a time like this.I fitted a candle to the blue ceramic holder on the dressing table by the light of the next flash, then moved about the room, lighting others, 'til the whole room was filled with a soft, wavering radiance. Very romantic, I thought, and with some presence of mind, I pressed down the light switch, so that a sudden return of power shouldn't ruin the mood at some inopportune moment.The candles had burned no more than a half-inch when the door opened and Frank blew in. Literally, for the draft that followed him up the stairs extinguished three of the candles.The door closed behind him with a bang that blew out two more, and he peered into the sudden gloom, pushing a hand through his disheveled hair. I got up and relit the candles, making mild remarks about his abrupt methods of entering rooms. It was only when I had finished and turned to ask him whether he'd like a drink, that I saw he was looking rather white and unsettled.
"What's the matter?" I said. "Seen a ghost?"
"Well, you know," he said slowly, "I'm not at all sure that I haven't."
Thank you for a marvellous series that captures a beautiful story of the great and amazing Queen Elizabeth ll, I’m moved and emotional and truly in awe for this amazing cast, crew and everyone that brought this beautiful life to my screen ❤️
okay now that they’re all out, and i myself just finally finished, i’m curious!
please pass this along to any Crown fans, i don’t have a following on my own and i’m really interested in people’s thoughts!! and i know the show goes more by era than season, but i think each season is still fairly distinct, so please humor me <3