A prodigious island

Three strong emotions have shaken us this week. The Oscars audience is collapsing. The Mobile in Barcelona is cancelled. And The island of temptations is farewelled, for now, with an audience of 30%, becoming four's most-watched show. While the Oscars have become a predictable and boring gala, the end of The island is pure and hard television. Where the cameras undress everything,

years ago, when I was writing telenovelas Belisario, a producer, broke into the writers' office and speculated, "I want a Friday end in every scene." The end of Friday's episode had to hook the viewer until Monday, so it was important. But, of course, hooking up on every scene is that fast-paced point that today only teleports. And in The island of temptations, in that cosmic moment of sand and bonfire, with Monica Naranjo becoming a new goddess of cathode fire, you couldn't take off because there was that Friday chapter ending in every contestant couple,

Susana's almost violent break with Gonzalo and her heartbroken cry was modern melodrama, the hidden face of Instagram. I admit that I let go of an "alas!" when Reuben left Estefanía alone and abandoned, that he was already happy imagining the future with the pimp. In front of the TV my shock cry reflected that the TELEVISION had achieved that magical moment of thrilling the audience. From the first Big Brother I didn't feel something like that and that in The island, all couples were heterosexual. This heterosexual saturation of the program continues to squeak. A renowned hairdresser from Madrid told us that the contestants of this first edition of The island had taken a very little amount. But that's just the beginning. We could discuss the reasons for the success of the show but one explanation might be that its issuance coincided with the birth of the new government and the normalization of the political course. With the political tension most dissolved, the infidelity of these white and young contestants became a necessary entertainment,

Joaquin Phoenix, picking up his Oscar. Kevin Winter Getty Images

Emotion measures everything today and we easily forget how transient it is. But it prevails, but it's what's unfortunately missing from the Oscars. The red carpet is no longer exciting because it takes someone to do something crazy, to get out of that suffocating mold of ritual perfection. Charlize Theron seems to reiterate the same mistake of Sofia Vergara: to dress like she has six matching dresses with which she hands out curves on the red carpets. And Natalie Portman's coat with the embroidered names of the filmmakers who weren't nominated was made a fool of herself when a real activist, Rose Mcgowan, found that Portman, despite having a powerful producer, did not hire directors. What a fool the Portman is! She has to learn from Jane Fonda, that when she received her first Oscar, for Klute in 1971, researched and noted for her activism against the Vietnam War, she did not say a word about it in her pickup speech and this year she came on stage holding the red jacket with which she has been arrested for demonstrating against climate change. That's getting excited in the right direction, that of personal involvement,

Sometimes, actors get carried away with intensity and they scare you. That's what happened to me with Joaquin Phoenix's speech, about to become a tele-evangelizer of vegan food. A good representative of actors from this country told me that she had been fascinated by that intensity. I still think that taking yourself too seriously in public is a grueling exercise. But it's likely that without that ingredient the Oscars will lose all charm,

Suddenly, as the questions to Minister Ebalos rumbled about Delcys Rodriguez's rare and untimely visit to Barajas, I stumbled upon the news of the appearance of a letter from Martin Luther King written to a friend expressing that love is the great universal force. I confess my first emotion was to think that the great American leader had a homosexual love. Yes, I'm sorry, I'm like that. But what is true is that love is that great force, the real great emotion and we are always willing to let ourselves be carried away by it, by going to the movies or by turning on the TV,