Querer is the fiction of the year. For many circumstances. Ay, Las Circunstancias, with a capital letter, since it is essential to understand them in order to weave a good series. Well, and life in general. Because our circumstances define our reality. But it is not a good time for circumstances in an age when the abbreviation of speeches sweeps away nuances. Speeches in the hunt for likespeeches that speak while it seems that no one is listening.
Preaching has become our distraction. Some see them in the stories or the tiktoks as a predictable throwaway series. But culture requires more time.
And it’s more unpredictable, especially if you pay attention to The Circumstances. Your own and those of others. It is not strange, then, that ehe machismo that many people have not been able to understand with hundreds of airy speeches that sounded like imposition have understood it at first glance with the shared emotion of a fiction such as Querer.
The great success is that the script and the interpretation gives us the possibility to put ourselves in the skin of each character. Even the one we feel our antagonist. The story mixes us as a way of getting to know in order to grow. And it does so by subtly confronting us with how sensitivities go together with those circumstances that mark us and make us look at the world from social privilege or from the margins. that allow you to empathize with what perhaps at the beginning puts you off. The gay son is the first to understand the mother. It’s not because of a special genetic superpower, it’s more about sticking it out of the lane that society always tries to put us in. Which opens minds. At least, sometimes. And from there, understandings emerge without the need to over-explain anything. It is enough the expressiveness of silence made gaze.
Comfortable silences and uncomfortable silences that he portrays so well. Wanting untangling the skein of toxic phrases that we have verbalized or have suffered. Or both at the same time. Thus Want has needed nothing more than people meeting each other. Different people, despite being family. People loving each other. Or confusing the ‘I love you’ as a selfish shortcut to feel loved. Which is not the same thing. Life itself. With its circumstances.
