It is curious what is happening to those of my generation, the elderly, without qualms, with this of television, series and certain general consumption programs. Traditionally, we cultureists have always rejected television material for its lack of ‘height’, and none of us with a minimum intellectual support would have admitted that they saw Farmacia de Guardia or one of the soap operas that they used to put on in the early afternoon. We watched and listened to La clave, we even got together some friends at home to watch the program, taking advantage of the movie to have something for dinner and prepare a whiskey to listen to the chatterboxes, who were often top-level politicians and journalists, but, of that to confess that you were watching television until that of El alma se serena came out and Franco, that man, was going a very long way.
In other words, I myself did not know what a television series was until that of A crime has been written began, which had a lot of quality. Of course we watched movies and shows, but if we were regulars at the contests with or without pumpkin, we didn’t say it out there, just in case we were called a Hebrew people. Intellectuals and television were totally at odds, and you only had to read books, magazines and newspapers in your free time because that is what gave the mark of worship and human being to take into account in certain very select environments in terms of the wisdom.
However, now, here you see series up to the cat. And he or she, whatever age they are, from the most tender youth to the whitest or baldst leader, says it, manifests it and rejoices in the circles in which they move, be these infected taverns or intellectual cenacles. . There is still some straggler out there who has not seen Breaking bad and confesses it without shame, but there are fewer and fewer. Although the weekly chapter is still happening, little by little it is being lost, and, on the platforms, if they do, many wait until they are complete and then they see them. In the traditional channels they include advertisements and that is serious, and, furthermore, if it occurs to you to put a series to record, as they do not respect the schedules, you find a chapter that begins with a dead man you have not seen killed and ends with Rafael Nadal announcing a mayonnaise.
But it is also that you run the risk of becoming really fond of it. Myself, I still read my newspapers and my books, but every night, after dinner and shouting ‘what do we see?’ You search the platforms – some shared with relatives or relatives and others from paganini – and you have really interesting experiences no matter how you look at it.
Each platform has its own one, I don’t like to cite them, but today I’ll do it with some: my favorite is Filmin because it has a lot of things that others don’t have and searching through the ‘collections’ you find movies or series that you didn’t know existed, that you had never known about them, when you boast of having seen anything that was in images. It looks like a movie club of those supermodernists from the seventies.
I enjoy going through these collections and looking for information on the internet about what I find to select. The other day I found a section called ‘Spanish Cinema’ on a platform. I had 102 films of which I had seen 60% and I did some tastings of some of the new ones for me, being shown that it is necessary to see what things are filmed in some of those regions, the Lord forgive them.
On Sundays, in these pages, I usually recommend what I liked, no longer afraid of being described as uneducated for being fond of watching things on TV, which, by the way, every time I can change the device for one more big. Actually, in the confinements of the covid, it has saved the lives of more than one of us. Oh, and I have a friend, smarter than hunger, who likes First Dates. And it says so. With a pair.
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