Critic Reviews

Markle is clearly able to bond and connect with people – and there’s no doubt about her hosting capabilities – so had these been the focus this could have made a very good food programme. But they are outweighed by the focus on aspirational, good living that is otherwise so parodically behind the times it actually features a scene of Markle eating avocado toast.

I loved With Love, Meghan, Netflix’s goofy new lifestyle series. .... (If you watch any one episode, make it that one, because Choi really can cook, and his chemistry with Meghan is the kind people watch morning television for.) But her series, ultimately, is best appreciated as anthropological study—what impossibly wealthy women do for love and fulfillment—rather than a model for how the rest of us should enact our labors: half as care and half as performance.

This perfectly pleasant and unchallenging show about hanging out with your friends and being a good hostess is the last thing that should be viewed as offensive or, heaven forbid, important.

Some of her enthusiasm might rub off on you. Some, or all, may rub you the wrong way. But if you embrace lifestyle programming as a soothing agent, you may be just as content to put the haters on mute and flop on the couch like a collapsed meringue as these four-plus new hours float on by.

The main crime the duchess commits in “With Love, Meghan” is creating a middling show that is, at worst, inoffensive.

It is all the relentless smiling, the desperate upbeatness of this high-spec, lavish production, that jars. At least I suspect it will with a more cynical British audience. Americans may feel differently.

A disappointment for those of us hoping for something more authentic.

One of the oddest things about With Love, Meghan is that parts of it are a cooking show – think Gwyneth Paltrow does Saturday Kitchen – but she doesn’t appear to be very good at cooking, or particularly to enjoy it, other than arranging vegetables and fruit on platters.

With Love, Meghan is a dusting of flower sprinkles that can’t hide the blandness of the cookie—a polite but distant dispatch from a rented kitchen down the road in lieu of truly welcoming us into her life.

No doubt in its attempt to protect its host from greater critique, presents her as nothing more than a stereotype of a perfect wife and mother. Without the ingredient of relatability, which audiences crave more than anything, the series doesn’t serve up much more than fancy recipes.