No actor is an action hero. They don't abseil down facades and drive a car through a window to escape a lethal explosion. In fact, they are not given a choice: the action scenes are done by the specialists because the insurance companies prohibit the stars from breaking a nail and delaying the production plans, with the shooting costs that this suppose Shot by Tom Cruise. Cruise can because he has more money than the production company, so if he says he's hanging from the Khalifa Tower or tied to a bomber in flight, there's no arguing.
The anti-amnesty uprising, a phenomenon halfway between the horror of Paco Plaza and the comedy of José Luis Cuerda, is not a Tom Cruise production. Therefore, the actors of the political scenes do not participate in the action scenes. At the threshold of a quarter past eleven, every night in Ferraz the families of good Spanish voters of Vox, who swell up to shout against Sánchez but also against Feijóo - "Where is, can't you see, the Galician of the PP" - , they withdraw, since good people don't walk the streets at certain hours. Then the stunt doubles arrive, the men (there are no women here) of the Spanish Falange, Bastión Frontal, España 2000 and Democracia Nacional, who carry out risky actions for other people's glory. The Face to the Sun arrives, and the historicist cries that claim the anomaly of the Spanish nineteenth century as a virtue of the country - "liberals, out of Spain!"-. Preamble of sticks.
But last night, the Champions League match and the eve of the public holiday – today is the Almudena – conditioned the function and at ten o'clock at night barely a thousand people occupied the corner of Marqués de Urquijo with Ferraz. The trickle of action extras was slow. Falange arrived at a quarter to eleven with their slogans between the male laborism of Front Obrer and the revisionist speech of Pío Moa, and the others were expected from eleven o'clock, when Real Madrid had finished the match with the modest Sporting Club of Braga, a team today without a prime minister. The low attendance predicted that the situation would not get worse. The UIP at the bar of Mesón El Lagar, side by side with the press, was reassuring. Tom Cruise's wig-wearing doubles wouldn't write a glorious page last night. Except because, in fact, it was Friday in Madrid, a night that the Civil Guard dedicates to controlling drugs and alcohol. Night to be brave.
