Prince Harry and Meghan Markle’s highly anticipated Netflix series about polo has finally arrived—and it’s just as disastrous as everyone expected. The show, which seemed like a desperate attempt to make polo, of all things, exciting, is not only niche but also painfully dull. Even the US Polo Association couldn’t drum up any enthusiasm for this laughable effort at entertainment. If the USPA can’t spark even a flicker of interest, what does that say about the show?
Let’s take a look at the numbers. The USPA tweeted about the show at 2:52 p.m., and by 7:00 p.m. PST, the tweet had only garnered 11.2k views, 206 reposts, and 586 likes. That’s a disaster. Who exactly is watching this? Even polo fans seem to be tuning out. It’s almost as if no one cares about watching Harry and his group of wealthy friends hit a ball around on horseback.
Are you tempted to click on Netflix and give it a chance? Don’t. Not for one second. It’s simply not worth your time. Honestly, Netflix doesn’t deserve your viewership on this one. They’ve created a show that’s tone-deaf and completely out of touch with what real people care about. Meanwhile, the world is grappling with real issues like a crushing economy, soaring grocery bills, and healthcare nightmares. And then here comes Harry, telling us all to stop flying while he hops on private jets to play polo and spread his "green" message. The hypocrisy is staggering.
The reviews are in, and they are not pretty. Decider’s Joel Callous summed it up perfectly with a simple “skip it.” Why? Because polo is a boring, niche sport that no one outside of elite circles cares about. We all have better things to do than watch polo, which is about as exciting as watching paint dry. The Guardian even called it "the world’s stupidest sport," and honestly, they might be right. Watching the show feels like watching a mockumentary that should be playing in the background of *Succession*—a series about the ultra-wealthy that’s just as insufferable as the people it features.
As for the polo series itself, don’t expect to be dazzled. It’s painfully niche and clunky, destined to fall into Netflix’s forgotten category faster than you can say “Royal cringe.” Even worse, they didn’t make it available for review ahead of time, showing just how little faith they had in it. The critics were right to tear it apart. The Telegraph gave it two stars, with a review so scathing that you'd think the show was about something far more offensive than a few rich people playing a ridiculous sport.
Then there’s the fun part—the characters. One in particular, Lou Devet, was described as a “loathsome patron of a polo team.” He’s depicted as a guy with biceps as big as hams who couldn’t care less about his ponies. In fact, he openly admits, “I don’t even know what my effing horses’ names are.” Here Netflix is, desperately trying to make polo cool by throwing a bunch of rich people and horses on screen, only for it to crash and burn.
This show is a perfect example of just how out of touch these celebrities are with the real world. While the rest of us are dealing with real problems, they’re pampering their ponies and spouting off about eco-friendly vacations. If you have any shred of self-respect left, don’t waste your time with *Polo*—the show is a disaster. The reviews were abysmal, and quite frankly, the only thing it will be remembered for is how badly it missed the mark.
