I love not writing about TV. It bothers me that someone who makes television talks about others who are dedicated to the same thing. But you shouldn't have so many views either. And even less if what you want is to speak well and, on top of that, it's about the competition. It doesn't take much to praise the competition. Many of us professionals belong to some media group, public or private, and usually we only talk about ours. We invite each other, we recommend each other, we date each other and so our worlds become more and more intertwined.
On Thursday I was trying to write this article, which had a different title and a different subject, when I received a WhatsApp. "What are you watching this Milá with Maruja Torres?". It was a very vintage message: they invited me to watch a TV program at the same time it was being broadcast, like when my mother saw that El Dúo Dinámico was coming out, and called her friend Antonieta. "Turn on the TV, girl" and hung up. They didn't need anything else.
At another time in my life I would have been anxiously waiting for this premiere, sitting on the sofa at my parents' house, in front of the TV and recording it on VHS. Like when I saw the first Queremos saber or La vida en un chip or La Luna or La casa por la ventana. TV continues to delight me, but I think I've lost a bit of enthusiasm after waiting so many times for something new and being disappointed a few times.
I paid attention to WhatsApp and put Milá, who was returning to TVE after 20 years. For a moment the TV smelled of something else. It smelled new, and yet the smell was familiar. It smelled of when the TV was already a dumb box, but it maintained its prestige. It smelled like a dining room heated by a two-burner stove, thyme soup with bread, but also Yatekomo in the microwave and cut with oat milk.
The legendary Mercedes Milá premiered a duet program with the revelation of the public network of recent years, Inés Hernand. What could go wrong? Well, nothing, because, in addition, the guest was Maruja Torres and later the designer Palomo Spain arrived. Interesting people saying interesting things, with whom you learn, and at the same time have fun and laugh. No tension or slogans written by others.
Nobody explains the dynamics of the program to you, because there is no need. Section masks and tunes are not included. Everything flows in the way be water my friend. People in their 20s who have no idea who Lola Flores is come together, and people 55 and over who don't know anything about Taylor Swift. Hence the name: I don't know what you're talking about.
The same week that I had to explain to my son who Terry Venables was, I found out thanks to Hernand that the fashionable disco in Madrid is called Fabrik or that the king emeritus is called King Emírato. Milá gave way to herself in an archive video with an art that you have to be Milá to know how to do. And we see a whole Camilo José Cela flirting with the presenter, explaining his anal arts to absorb water. Milá, dancing around the set, can be seen proud of her great moment with the Nobel, until Hernand, with his eyes raised in the me too, lets her know that the gentleman was setting her up like a jug of wine.
Despite the desire to bring several generations together on the sofa at home, it was not a great success with the audience, because almost nothing is a great success anymore. Maruja Torres, talking about her things, said: she is forgetting the pleasure of writing and the pleasure you give the reader to read. This is exactly what Milá and Hernand offered: the pleasure of making TV and the pleasure you give to the viewer who watches it. what a taste May it last
