I am compulsive in my hobbies. And I have a lot of time. In other words, if something fascinates me, I consume it and enjoy it in one sitting, even if at night my eyes close because of the pills that have been making me sleep for a long time. Only films and series that capture me forever achieve this. Or special things that appear on platforms from time to time, often cloned in their mediocrity, which I had no choice but to access despite my heroic ignorance and inability to use technology. And I Like Apple for Five Memorable Documentary Episodes Mr Scorsese.
He is one of the most impressive directors in the history of cinema. He is a very complex individual, full of lights, but also of shadows and insecurities, but who has often managed to create art with them. And there are very pathetic moments in the existence of that asthmatic, surrounded by a mafia environment during his childhood and adolescence, a voracious drug addict, generous with other people’s talent. Robbie Robertson, the leader of The Band, who made that beautiful film titled The last waltz, recreating the farewell concert of that mythical group, he says that they did it in a pitiful state, with an exclusive goddess called cocaine.
And Scorsese also says he was dying in a hospital because of the white substance. Well, or fucking life. And Robert De Niro convinces him to get up and roll wild bullhis likely salvation in portraying a self-destructive character.
I also watch on Apple, on the advice of a friend whose taste I almost always trust, the first five chapters of the series The morning show. There is intelligence, personality and complexity in those scripts that talk about television, MeToo, power relations, intrigue in a very powerful world of work, dependence on the public and advertising.
It is played by two excellent actresses who aspire to conquer all of Christ with the morning TV news. And logically I end up thinking about our morning programs. I usually do zapping all the time, whether these programs are supposedly right-wing or left-wing. What could this be? I wonder. They are supposedly trying to charm the unemployed and elderly in the name of truthful information. But in the middle of that planned theater there is a lady I want to look at. And listen, although not all the time. It’s Susana Griso. A more than competent professional. And also an attractive woman. And may the idiots on the payroll of the opportunistic Inquisition come and attack me for my sexist language and intentions.
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