Personally, I loved this episode. Two seasons of watching the Queen and Phillip face upheaval, dissatisfaction, miscommunication, and lack of trust and finally they get their shit together. For the most part. The “Amen” chorus behind what appeared to be a redemptive birth experience was a little over the top with the symbolism, but after the emotional train wreck that was “Paterfamilias” and the acute loneliness of that pregnancy, I was ready for some joy!
Also, enough with the backs of men’s necks in this episode - we get it show!
