The most polished superpower on display in the defiantly unexciting “Secret Society of Second-Born Royals” is the ability to say its title without spitting. Princess by day and punk rocker by night, Sam is such a populist she reads Hemingway and hangs out with the son of the palace groundskeeper (Noah Lomax). Bundled off to a supersecret training camp where portraits of other rebellious royals — Princess Margaret, Prince Harry — adorn the walls, Sam discovers she possesses an elite gene that skips the heir to bestow supernatural powers on the spare. Alongside a handful of similarly gifted second-borns (the young cast is way better than the material), she learns to control her talents and subdue her prejudices. Like a “Breakfast Club” with invisibility instead of self-loathing.

Source: New York Times September 24, 2020 11:00 UTC