Whilst I am a great fan of Game of Thrones and House of Cards and loved Breaking Bad, I am ridiculously excited for The Royals to start. It is E!’s first scripted TV show (so it will be actual acting as opposed to having to watch Kris Jenner chase after a pet pig) and it looks to be quite fun.

Starring Liz Hurley as the queen, Joan Collins as her mum and William Moseley (from the Narnia films) as the prince, one can only be absorbed into the thrilling-ness of it all. What is going to happen? Is Princess Eleanor going to make it home after a night out sniffing coke? Is her cocaine and caviar diet going to work?

…it’s a tabloid editor’s escapist fantasy played out on screen; a series that doesn’t make innuendo out of what goes on behind palace walls but instead busts those walls right open—revealing Royals Behaving Badly in all of their inebriated, backstabbing splendor. And once you commit yourself to the trashy abandon of The Royals, the one critique of the show might be that the abandon isn’t reckless or campy enough.

Here’s a quick run of what is going to go down: The King and Queen’s eldest son, also the heir to the throne, has died in combat. This makes Prince Liam the new heir. The King wants to move that Parliament abolish the monarchy. Cue Prince Liam and Princess Eleanor desperately trying to prove to their father that they are worthy of the crown. As The Daily Beast puts it, it’s Dallas meets Game of Thrones, Gossip Girl meets Real Housewives.

It’s a good script – this is how Queen Helena describes her week to her husband:

Let me recap my week for you. My daughter’s vagina was on the cover of no less than four tabloids. My first-born child was killed. My husband announced that he wants to abolish the only life I’ve ever known. And his footman nearly saw my snatch.

Nothing like a bit of Sunday evening entertainment (coming soon, I can’t find it on the DSTV guide just yet).

[Source: The Daily Beast]