Spencer, Diana’s loneliness and the queen’s frost

Spencer, Pablo Larraín’s film about Diana, has a single, obsessive theme. Diana’s loneliness. The imprisonment, the chill of the royal family, the waiters, policemen and spies, that husband’s chard who makes a Camorra gaffe by giving the same necklace to his wife and her lover. Diana’s pain borders on madness, everything is humiliation, self-harm and deception, cosmic vomiting as rejection, and scarring of the crown. And the ghost of Anna Bolena that buzzes around her, reminding her that she too, in another way, will be beheaded. Passionate, powerful, the film forces you to be Diana, fly in the canvas, in vain protests in the revolt against the golden tortures of a militarized life, where opening the windows is a crime. Only in the end Diana breathes and we with her, even if it is a dream. Spencer it is a valuable octave that is added to the chanson de gestes infinite born around the princess … A voice interrupts me. An arcane voice. It’s Diana.

Diana: «Yes yes, all right … But in this film there is nothing of the naive demonic flicker that made me a goddess! Not a hint of my deadly sensuality of alumeuse world, to the malice of my candor, to my talent as a seductress. Here Diana is Snow White and the seven monsters, a victim … Oh no! Because in the end I won. I paid with my life, but I gained immortality. My ambitions as a divine narcissist were immeasurable, and I achieved them all. What a finale! My funeral, the most followed in history, by three billion people. Other than John Lennon. And the Windsors, before the funeral, holed up in Scotland like mice so as not to come there, but a revolution would break out in London if they snubbed me even when I was dead. The people were so sad for me and angry with them, that they were forced to return at a gallop, to come all sad to the funeral procession, looked upon with spite by my millions of orphans, to take some of my light. The queen bent to me at last. To save the monarchy he forced himself to say on television (I still laugh at me): “Diana was an extraordinary human being, who, in happy moments as in those of despair, never lost the ability to smile, and to inspire others with his warmth and kindness ”. Before my coffin, what a bow Lilibeth made me! With my death I won the crown and ousted it forever. In fact, the game has always been between the two of us. Carlo was an extra, good for gossip. There has never been room for two queens. ‘

Another voice, angry and majestic, answers her. She is the queen.

Elizabeth: “I still have the crown, and I’m alive. Not you”.

D: «You are alive, but I have won. Thanks to an ego to break through the house, to a charisma beyond measure, to the fairytale figure of Cinderella betrayed, to a sex appeal that you dream of, for the first time in history I have opposed the power of the media to that of the crown, and I won. I started a cult. I gave the fairy tale to the people. This is what the British want from their sovereigns! If not, what do they keep you doing? From me they felt compensated, they finally understood why to pay taxes, for my serialized fiction … You had chosen me in the catalog, like a Jack Russell: young, fertile, stupid (you thought). And instead I was the greatest star mystical phenomenon of all time, more than Evita Peron. I was a communication genius. And I made everyone fall in love ».

AND: “Once you would have had the hangman.”

D: “And today a car accident.”

AND: “You made us pass for murderers!”

D: “It won’t be true, but many think it was you, it was too convenient for you. In Stephen Frears’ film, The Queen – The queen, when Helen Mirren, the queen, in fact, shoots the royal deer on the hunt, everyone thought of me! You with your intrigues, your spies … But I knew my power. What a great actress. One BBC interview was enough to screw you all. A coup d’état with mascara, which has spread you ».

AND: “Poor thing! In that interview you revealed yourself all, in your nothingness. You were missing certain jokes! Speaking of your charity, that is, your worship of yourself, you said: “Someone also needs to go around loving people. I do it. Thirty seconds, five minutes, half an hour … “. I miss Woody Allen. The lepers, the orphans, the poor, were an ornament for your narcissism. You wore Mother Teresa like a silver fox ».

D: “Now I am a goddess. The gods do not argue. “

AND: “God’s death wasn’t a good deal. The crowds yearn to make gods for themselves, and we find you on the calendar ».

D: “I made the revolution alone.”

And (grinning): «Beautiful revolution! A petty bourgeois revolution at Buckingham Palace! You have become the patroness of desperate housewives. From a 600-room building you were claiming two-bedroom happiness. Did you know you weren’t marrying Mr. Smith but heir to the throne? You’re ridiculous”.

D: “You are ridiculous, her majesty. I have pulverized you ».

AND: “Seee! The protagonist will always be me. Dear press with the suits, the hats … I am Nonna Speranza’s living room, an excellent eternal thing in bad taste, so out of time as to be trendy, I will never fade (dreamy, half-mouthed, ed). Yesterday on the outer wall an unknown hand wrote: “The only real pussy remains the Queen” ».

D (after an attack of pony rice in front of Elizabeth’s pathetic exit): ‘My funeral … London was covered in flowers, everyone was crying. Santa right away. I took my revenge. You didn’t tell me that Carlo was already married to Camilla! That horrible first night, which Carlo then told his friends about and said about me: “She was painfully naive.” How? You have a splendid 19-year-old virgin in your bed, and do you also want to be initiated? ».

AND: “Yeah, your first lover, Hewitt, who looks so much like our Harry, with that red hair, thought about it.”

D: “And why didn’t I tell Carlo? He was the only one who didn’t see me: I was a diva immediately, after that wedding that took the breath away from the world, and the light came only from me! Carlo hated me because I stole the show from him. From the first time we appeared in public, the crowd shouted: “Here it is!”, Not: “Here they are!”. And he hysterical in the hotel smashed two chairs. He was not jealous of males, but of crowds. ‘

AND: “How did you drag us down! You invented royal reality ».

D: “Ungrateful. Do you remember what the Beatles said? “We are more popular than Jesus Christ”. I promoted you to rock stars! ».

AND: “Rock will be you, who threw the dust.”

D: «You, on the other hand, go to Scotch … you too. Drink in secret, everyone knows. “

AND: «In the meantime, Carlo has married his Camilla …».

D: “That coward. He didn’t have the courage to marry her as a young man, and he missed the chance to become a legend like the Duke of Windsor, who for love renounced the throne … Those were passions. He gave himself a kick in the crown, not like Carlo who ruined everyone’s life, including his Camel ».

And (with coquetry): “We’ve always been originals, we Windsors. Yes, the duke abdicated for Wallis Simpson, an American, divorced, the greatest ugliness of his time. She is less equine than Camilla, but with a fascinating legend: she was said to be a man. That whore saved Europe. If the duke had remained king he would have allied himself with Hitler, and goodbye world ».

D: «It’s already over between Carlo and Camilla! Without me they don’t know what to say. “

AND: “But they have what you lack: class.”

D (chuckles): «Ah, the class of phone calls from Carlo and Camilla:“ I would like to be your tampax ”… And once caught, what does the august idiot do? He offers the public, in reparation, to become chaste! As far as we care, he could as well have cut it. ‘

AND: “You have seduced everyone except your lovers. They hadn’t finished getting out of bed running from the newspapers. Your Hewitt sold you for £ 300,000. Giving details ».

D (dreamy): “Hewitt … The first time someone really took me in their arms.”

AND: “But not the last. Will Carling, Oliver Hoare, Barry Mannake follow … ».

D: “Enough! Don’t mention Barry! Died in a car accident, organized by you ».

AND: “Do you have proof?”

D: “When Harry was born, you said, ‘Thank goodness he doesn’t have his father’s ears!’ In fact they belonged to another ».

And (serious): “Your death was not a conspiracy. It was the prayers of my subjects: God save the queen. And she saved me ».

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