Nobody is going to pay Thai judges to be scriptwriters, but the truth is that they are. They all are, even the criminal. The documentary that HBO is showing about the dismemberment that Daniel Sancho confessed to in the paradisiacal The island of Koh Phangan is taking place in real time. And the final chapters will be written with the court decision. Who knows – in a country with the death penalty – if the last one will need to find the new Pepe Isbert to tackle something similar The executioner from Berlanga. Even if it is impossible to reach his level.
Cameras have long since stopped capturing what happens and became the driving force, the cause for things to happen. We no longer kiss until we manage to frame the selfie; we don’t sing happy birthday until the phones start recording; we don’t hug without a photo. And then, after the friend with the longest arm and the hand most skilled at holding the phone makes the click sound, the group fades away and leaves the impression that there would have been no hug without it, without that click. No one would have put their arm around grandma’s shoulder. No one would have gotten close to the other. No one would have grabbed their brother-in-law like that. Nor the friend that we’re starting to dislike. Thanks, photo.
The camera changes us. We smile for her. We chant slogans just as we see her passing by in the demonstration. We dance for her on TikTok. The most terrorists kill even to broadcast it. And our relationships are born, grow and reproduce in it. The last great spectacle celebrated en masse has been the wedding of the mayor of Madrid, fodder for laughter and memes, not because we are bad, which we are, but because the event, although private, was not intimate. We all had tickets. premium for that festival. On social media or on television.
Does anyone remember the value of privacy? Daniel Sancho’s father shows his pain in the first chapter of the HBO documentary, just as the father of one of the girls from Alcàsser did in the nineties when everything was more tacky. With a better or worse script, live or delayed, but we are still there.
The Sancho family may be waiting for the verdict, as is the family of the victim, Colombian doctor Edwin Arrieta. But HBO and all of us, viewers hungry for Show and entertainment, we will not be waiting for a verdict, but a script. Only then will we give the like. And someone will get rich.
