Harry & Meghan

by Christos Zampounis


If there is, perhaps, one new piece of information we learn from watching the first three episodes of the Sussexes’ documentary, it’s how they met via Instagram. A friend shared a photo of her disguised as a dog, Harry spotted it, liked it, contacted her under the alias Prince Haz, and checked him out online, she said she wanted his photos from Africa, and gave rendez-vous in a pub in London, where, according to their words, they fell in love at once. All other material is “reheated food”. Their struggle to escape the paparazzi, the childhood trauma of Princess Diana’s second son, from the same hunt as his mother, Meghan’s racial identity, her difficulty finding roles in Hollywood as a mixed race, the racism of white-dominated British tabloids, and, of course, the idyllic family life in the Montecito, California mansion, where they decided to leave to escape the toxic environment of the United Kingdom. Caution! In the three hours of “Harry & Meghan” there are no direct shots at the royal family, only hints of relative indifference to Meghan’s problems adjusting to protocol. However, an impression is made, at the limits of Baron Munchausen’s stories, by surprise experienced by the protagonist, until then, of the television series “Suits”, when her future husband informs her that he will meet his grandmother and she must bow. The comments that follow range from naïve to ironic, the kind we Americans don’t bow to. Then, from the comfortable sofa of his California villa, he repeats a Moliere bow. Questions are also raised by her various statements, which she had already mentioned in the interview with Oprah Winfrey, that she had no help from the Palace and was forced to learn the national anthem of Great Britain by herself from YouTube. Then, why was she bombarding, from 5 in the morning, with other requests the “army” of advisers and assistants hired by the Palace itself, most of whom resigned after a few weeks, due to her “intolerable” behavior; The “sanctification” of the couple, through the confessions of a dozen of their friends and their self-immolation, obviously removes from the documentary any credibility that a more balanced presentation of their lives would have. Their own truth, which they so wanted to know, may convince a part of the viewing public, however, it “convinced” the deposed dukes to collect $90,000,000 to participate in it.