VE Day 1945, and Princesses Elizabeth and Margaret are permiited by their parents to go out in London to see the raucous festivities in person. That much is rooted in reality. The rest goes off into a flight of fancy where the pair give their bumbling minders the slip and have escapade after escapade across London at night, the 14-year-old Margaret ending up drunk in a Soho brothel and Elizabeth forming a bond with an embittered young RAF veteran on the lam as she looks for her sister. If you can accept the original germ of the story as just a springboard to take liberties with the facts and have fun with the mismatch between who the pair are and a society they have no experience of, you'll enjoy the frothy ride. I did and I haven't seen a single minute of The Crown.
6/10
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