It was the first time I saw myself on a cinema screen. Something tells me that I think it will also be the last. It was last October 2, at the Golem in Madrid, during the private screening in which a group of about sixty people (pets were also accepted, hence my presence, I suppose) recruited by Jorge Ponce, Javier Valera and the The Terrat team was able to see the first two chapters of the meta-documentary ‘Medina, the celebrity scammer’. There were Grison, Broncano, Lucía Etxebarria, Leiva, Carlos Areces, Berto Romero, Ingrid García-Jonsson, Castella, César Camino, Joaquín Reyes… And server, like the ABC journalist who uncovered the scam in 2017. Only three of those present We dared to raise our hands in the stalls when they asked how many Medina victims were in the room. Cowards. The result has just been released on Prime Video or “Amazon Prime and a lot of English words”, as our host clarified for Chromecast addicts. Don’t miss it. I was already warned by Ainhoa, from the production company: “You appear in the first chapter.” And boy do I go out: my world map face takes up the entire width of the screen. There I was, with the inevitable Mariajo at my side, laughing my ass off at the latest great invention of this man from Malaga who is known, especially in recent years, for co-directing and entering our homes every night with ‘La Resistencia’ and, for a month now, with ‘La Revuelta’, led by David Broncano on TVE. Related News LA GRAPA opinion If Jorge Ponce Edu Galán ‘Medina’ overcomes the search for the jeta, dressed in ‘true crime’ outfits, and becomes a synchronized amalgam of sketches. They sent us the first two chapters of a product as ingenious as it was real: the story of Antonio Medina, a common guy, “one of my street,” as the chronicler Serrat would describe him, who for two decades he has gone through Madrid leaving the best of the Spanish cathodic universe without money: from Andreu Buenafuente to Carlos Jean; from Kira Miró to Miguel Rellán; from Joaquín Reyes (his mistake is memorable) to Iker Jiménez and Carmen Porter (who, according to what we saw in the documentary, do not exactly exude a sense of humor, and that was assumed from the stories they tell us). Thus, up to fifty celebrities whose stories confirm what we suspected: many TV stars do not even have enough money in their wallet to pay for a coffee. At least, in cash, which Medina does not accept Bizum. The story is as real as it is surreal: Medina hunts down well-known people in the middle of the street and makes them believe that he has worked with them as a camera operator on some program. Perhaps accustomed as we are to the parallel reality that social networks mark, a middle-aged man; dressed like a middle-aged man; who speaks like a middle-aged man; neat as a middle-aged man; gentle as a middle-aged man; In short, someone apparently normal can seem like a shooting star in that brilli-brilli countryman that makes up those in show business. And they sting. Well, that is why his victims believe that Antonio’s daughter, according to him, is in the hospital for quadriplegics in Toledo convalescing from a beating suffered at the hands of a group of neo-Nazis from Moncloa when the girl was walking calmly with her girlfriend through John XXIII and whose authors are wanted and captured. No, it is not the plot of a novel by Juan Gómez Jurado. That, at least, is the story he told the above signatory. The mystery of everyday life makes you take the bait, you even believe that it could be that one night you went out with Antonio and even attended his daughter’s wedding, even though you don’t even remember where you last saw him. . And that’s how, when you say goodbye to him and turn around, he asks you again to ask you (although, with a lot of feigned embarrassment) if you can give him some euro to go see the unfortunate woman in the hospital, since the poor thing has stayed broke after his wife also died and he left his job to take care of the baby. The drama of the middle class, the unwary ruminate from their cathodic vantage point, perhaps. Some released 5 euros, others 20 and even 50 for Buenafuente, who, according to his story, seems to have suffered more from extortion than from a scam. With this premise, which is real, Jorge Ponce jumps into the pool and narrates in a linear way in time the search for this neighborhood corner shell. He sets up his own investigation team (with their pixelated faces, like good undercover reporters), he hires a couple of detectives that not even Mortadelo and Filemón, he pulls “serious journalists” (it’s the first time in 25 years of profession that they call me that ) and even has a forensic psychiatrist to draw up the profile of the fugitive, whom he searches throughout Madrid for five chapters. The result of this adventure is a marvel in which reality itself does not even have to be forced, because it is so parallel which gives rise to situations with which the screenwriter and film director (who also has his totals in the documentary) Borja González Santaolalla (‘Way down’, ‘Amar es para siempre’…) has woven a narrative that revolutionizes what until we now knew as ‘true crime’. madrid_dia_0703The viewing of the first two episodes even has its ‘cliffhanger’ (come on, its bait), which should be imagined with Glòria Serra’s off-screen sound: Will Ponce manage to find Antonio Medina? What’s more: does Antonio Medina really exist? Or what’s worse: Will Ana Rosa Quintana take away the exclusive? You can see the outcome now on Prime Video. It is very worth it.
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