On Tuesday night Harry and Meghan told a credulous audience at an awards ceremony in New York that they were “advocates of healing”. On Thursday Netflix released three hours of beautifully lit navel-gazing motivated by spite, revenge and greed, although I am British, and therefore horrid, so maybe I misjudged it. You might think that revenge would at least make for interesting viewing, but then if you cast your minds back, one of Meghan’s big complaints about life in the royal family was that Kate once didn’t give her a lift to the shops.
Either way, this “global event” that Netflix promised us? Honestly? Damp squib. I’ve watched more interesting in-flight maps. We’ve heard it all before, every last innuendo and brickbat directed at anyone they ever met who signed an NDA and can’t fight back. Who knows? Some of it may even be true. Meghan’s podcast had a fact-checker, although a tedium-checker might have been a better hire, but they didn’t bother with one for the Netflix trailer because not showing misleading footage is for little people, not streaming giants. Instead they mashed up a load of old pictures and words to suit H&M’s beleaguered narrative and told us how stupid we were to take it literally.
