Less than half a million people watched The Musical of Your Lifeon Telecinco on Wednesday. Many seem to take into account that this week's protagonist was Paulina Rubio, a woman whose life at the moment interests us so little that you can imagine what an interview with her interspersing musical numbers can seduce us. Spoiler: it goes wrong.
Nostalgia itself has an aura of danger. That is why it is incomprehensible that those who make television to modernize old formats. As if that wasn't enough, just make them up and light them better, a few new faces and that's it. The musical of your life doesn't work because Carlos Sobera — a guy who puts infinite effort into everything — can't be Hugh Jackman in The Greatest Showman. Because those of us who grew up watching every program of José Luis Moreno's factory know that these are not times for lingerie shows, for Norma Duval's dancers, and that there are jokes that age as badly as the rest of us do. Because the Pauline of our lives wore belt-sized miniskirts, she traveled with a gigantic fan that shot her hair in every song and the quality of her voice didn't matter because the prevailing thing was "if you like to bite the mango very ripe". Not so much the one now, who says that she is "a source of love, truth, energy" and that she deserves a musical "for being a woman and powerful". Long live the perreo, down with the zen.
The program aims to be a thank you in life, with friends who canonize the guest, with surprise visits, without any controversy and dancers with the same commitment as the presenter. But if it comes down to it, it's also made up. The program was called El cielo puede espera, it was broadcast by Movistar Plus+, and that was a tribute.
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