I felt gross after watching this. Sure, you can leech off of Diana’s legacy as a photogenic stylish woman who endured maddening surveillance and mental anguish at the hands of the royal family, but should you? Because I don’t think this opportunistic “fable” revealed anything about Diana’s interiority. I think the director had a little too much fun sensationalizing her very real experience with mental illness. And the clumsy metaphors? Is she a pheasant or a dollar bill? Some really silly shit.