Here's the good news about the new six-part docuseries about Prince Harry and his wife Meghan, the Duchess of Sussex: If you already have Netflix, you don't have to pay anything extra for it. And if you don't, you can always find someone else's password to use.
The first three hourlong episodes were released last week, and as you might expect from a production made by the prince and duchess' own company, it's a vanity project that shows the couple in the most glowing light — even at their worst moments, as when Harry famously donned a Nazi uniform for a costume party when he was 20. ("It was one of the biggest mistakes of my life. I felt so ashamed afterwards," said Harry, whose penance took the form of a meeting with a rabbi and a Holocaust survivor. A forgivable sin, I'd say. It's not like he was hanging around with a pedophile like his Uncle Andrew did.)
What's curious about "Harry and Meghan," as has been noted repeatedly in a spate of negative reviews, is that there is absolutely nothing new in the piece, directed by Liz Garbus. Yes, there are lots of hitherto-unseen photographs, videos, lovey-dovey texts and sweet moments with baby Archie, but the series essentially rehashes everything the couple has already revealed in previous interviews: Harry was deeply traumatized by the death of his mother and blames paparazzi for making the family's life hell, and despite her worldliness, Meghan was woefully unprepared for the scrutiny and cruelty of the U.K. tabloid press and the chilliness of her new family. During her first "amazing" Christmas with the Windsors at Sandringham Estate, she called her mother to say she'd finally gotten to be part of the big family she'd always wanted. (Careful what you wish for.)
