Nothing new here, but its sparseness and total absence of narration and interviews is refreshing.
I wouldn't go so far as to say it's powerful, but it's certainly riveting.
And sad.
Mostly it's just so sad: Paparazzi, the press, and seas of people who—for sixteen excruciating years—crashed like never-ending waves of hyenas and jackals into the private life of a very public figure.
When I wasn't sad, I was angry. Angry at the situation, angry at Charles, sometimes angry at Di, and always angry at how it ended: violently and unnecessarily.
