A frame from the program 'My life with 300 kilos'.
There is a tradition of programs about makeovers:
Radical change, Change me, Neighborhood princesses, I am what I eat, Your style on trial, The scale,
or the seminal
Queen for a day.
We like to see the ugly duckling turn into a swan, but when the fable moves from teaching to entertainment, the positive qualities are diluted in a sea of cruelty.
In audiovisual language, each shot is a commitment to a way of thinking.
What is in focus and why?
You will remember "La Chon Gorda" from Murcia, who rose to fame?
after the report of
En el punto de mira.
Chon, the most obese of a very poor family, had for breakfast a box of Maria biscuits, several loaves of bread, and ham, among other food, and was involved between bulimia and homosexuality.
Was it strictly necessary to remove that moment?
Chon made us laugh, but not with Chon, but at Chon.
They say in Forocoches that she has died.
Namely.
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The mangrove of open advertising
Makeover shows put a poor woman (usually a woman) on TV to make us feel sorry and then marvel at what money can do for her.
So we thought what that same money would do with our far superior raw material, but we don't have that money.
On
DKiss
they broadcast one of those filler shows that will never win awards or receive praise.
It's called
My life with 300 kilos,
and it is the first time that I see this television genre where humanity sneaks in between sensationalism.
How can it be that a product that aspires to nothing speaks more about the causes of obesity than the anecdotal?
I suppose that just as it is impossible to entertain television without incurring some venial sin, it is possible that from time to time diamonds appear among the shit.
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