Helen Mirren as QEII |
We went to see The Queen yesterday. The film is about our queen who lives her whole life in sacred sites and in lives lived before her. The ugly part is the public/private/conservative controversy that hurls the British monarchy around. It has me thinking though while I’m reading this
I am the ideal audience and very susceptible to beautiful labels and so predictably I came out of the film totally committed to the monarchy and the value it puts on privacy and conservation.
At one point Queen Elzabeth announces, “My grandmother, Queen Victoria” and the weight of tradition thumps home (to me the ideal audience, by now well and truly standing in the shoes of Her Majesty). I can’t help thinking that in the same measure as commoners play at being royal so royal plays at being common. Or is common in the case of Diana.
The present Queen has shown very little inclination to become in the least bit common, in every sense. Getting back to inaccessibility and the hoo ha surrounding the royal collection, difficult to view, difficult to borrow, the public not permitted to traipse willy nilly through royal houses and grounds even while they pay for their upkeep. But what if the royal doors are thrown open on the royal mysteries, what if us commoners ( not me though) loot, plunder and dissolve a thousand years of ‘unbroken royal line’ mystique that resonates so much more satisfyingly than Andy pandy’s upstairs?
The part of me that was happy to imagine what upstairs at Andy Pandy’s house was like and is titillated by the set of Rear Window is satisfied to know without inspecting that the Royal family is going about its business of holding a thousand years of tradition intact. With our current Queen I can rest assured the spirit of the past will be preserved and I don’t care how dark and dusty it gets.
