… and possibly found to be too tough: On Thursday morning at 9 a.m., Netflix will be showing parts 4 to 6 and thus the second half of the documentary series “Harry
“I’ve gotten so sick,” wrote “Guardian” author Lucy Mangan a few days ago after viewing the first three episodes of this large-scale (ex) royal documentary. “Breakfast almost came back to me.” While I was still a bit irritated when reading these lines and had attributed the force of the words to the British tendency to gossip in columns, I am now about to send Miss Mangan a friend request via Facebook.
On Thursday morning at 9 a.m. the second half of “Harry
Part 4 is initially about the large-scale media wedding of the two. “I just wanted to drink mimosas all day and listen to ‘Going To The Chapel’ over and over again,” says Meghan about May 19, 2018. It wasn’t quite that clear, but enough bubbly should have flowed and the music was great too. Elton John sang, the wedding cake was cut with a sword, “Stand By Me” sang a gospel choir in the church, and Wilson Pickett’s “Land Of A 1000 Dances” got the party going.
What emerged here as a new narrative is subsequently filled with life by Meghan. She is committed to the families of the victims of the fire tragedy around London’s Grenfell Tower. When his son Archie is born, there is talk of the “black prince”, in South Africa his first nanny wears him in a traditional scarf on her back – while elsewhere shortly before that brooches with racist connotations were worn at court, the whole history of the Commonwealth, and thus that of the English monarchy, based and based on imperialism and racism, offered Harry’s sweetheart the chance for something like a new epoch.
But the knives are already being sharpened, with an unspeakable post from BBC 5 Live host Danny Baker making the rounds when Archie is born. He shows an old black-and-white photo of a couple holding a clothed, small chimpanzee on their hands, “Royal Baby leaves hospital,” the accompanying caption. Baker is fired shortly afterwards, but the “bubble” is already “bursting”, as it says at the beginning of part 5, all this accompanied by piano tones, sometimes dramatic, then insinuating, here like the setting of an image film for family planning, there like the score of a cinematic obituary. The needle that causes the said bubble to burst lies, among others, in the hands of the so-called Royal Rota, an association of various English tabloids, including premium mob lists such as “The Sun”, “The Daily Mail” and the “Telegraph”, which now switch to continuous fire towards Meghan.
As a result, Harry and Meghan set off for Vancouver Island, personal letters are leaked, the conflict with Thomas Markle, the father of the bride, is jazzed up in the media as a royal super meltdown. And while Meghan’s mother Doria looks at all this with concern, sometimes only from afar, Harry’s side of the family is also anything but amused. The situation is coming to a head, at court and in the comment columns. Research shows that 70 percent of 114,000 hate speech tweets sent came from just 83 accounts, including 11 related to Meghan’s half-sister Samantha. 17 million people are reached in this way, and the campaign is bearing fruit. After an emergency meeting at Buckingham Palace, Harry makes a decision: “We have to get out of here.”
In Vancouver Island, however, a briefing has now been received, and dozens of paparazzi are bobbing along the coast in a rubber dinghy. Also here you will find H
These second three parts are now around three hours long and as spectacular as the events still seem, and not just for people who sleep in Rolf-Seelmann-Eggebert bed linen, as interesting as it would have been, Meghan’s further path and her influence between Kensington and Buckingham, the format, the implementation, the impression of this true crown retelling is ultimately so tiresome.
How constantly the piano is maltreated in the off, as if all the royalty-free databases between Satie and Clayderman had been swept clean, how perfectly timed private mobile phone films alternate with atmospheric black-and-white photos and tracking shots through the greenery of California. As always, the poor Lady Di is dragged out of the archive to illustrate comparisons with Meghan, which is also questionable to unsavory. In addition, and this is certainly also due to a certain monetary gap between the target group and the subject: how the sunlight breaks in the baroque fountain in front of Perry’s villa, the boules balls roll through the raked sand and the ripe oranges fall from the branch – that is sometimes more reminiscent to “White Lotus” and the Kardashians, it ends up being more “Sarah
“Harry wanted a simpler life,” Ignacio Figueras sums it up towards the end, and you don’t know what’s more bizarre: the idea of ??a simple life in the Californian jet set, or the fact that Figueras’ nickname is “Nacho”. At the latest when Meghan once again explains awkwardly why first “Truth” and not “Peace”, but then “Peace” because nothing works without peace, were her words of the year, one thinks again of her wedding wish with the Mimosas and the a song After three hours H
“We’re where we belong,” Harry concludes the last part. “I’m assuming he means California and not Netflix,” the Guardian’s live blog said. Nice one! Speaking of which: we don’t know how Lucy Mangan’s stomach is doing today, in any case, it’s time to take a deep breath. And gather strength. The next Doc-Buster is waiting on the horizon, then at Apple, in the center again a royal, this time from Germany: King Boris, the first. Hopefully the pianos will have been locked away by then.
