Pact of silence: Netflix calling us fools

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It’s been a long time since I’ve seen a series as poorly written as Silence pact. I did not remember a fiction in which everything, absolutely everything, was stated or underlined by the dialogues of its characters, who at times seem like they are going to address the camera directly to, from a post-postmodern position, propose a double artifice. This, which could turn this Mexican Netflix series into a nice self-aware artifact, does not happen.

In Silence pact, when a character says things it is because the series believes that, if not, the viewer will be lost. “Hey, I’m not stupid,” I said out loud to the screen. I was watching the series on my iPad, on an AVE journey. Yeah Silence pact It was the meta-series that I wanted, that scene would be part of the script. But this creation apparently without scriptwriters (you have to look for their names in the final credits) is neither The orchid thief in Fleabag. Just citing those two masterpieces in this text gives me hives. Que me disculpen Susan Orlean, Charlie Kaufman y Phoebe Waller-Bridge.

In Silence pacta influencer (Camila Valero) plots revenge against her own mother, who abandoned her as a newborn. But the mother can be any of the four friends that, at school, they hid the pregnancy of one of them. The viewer knows (or thinks he knows) who Brenda’s mother is, but that doesn’t matter. The script twists of the series (you know: the effect oyoyoyoyoy) are either spoken about before they happen or explained afterwards, lest we be stupid and/or pay more attention to the drinks cart on the train than to the series on our tablet.

Being insulted by Netflix like that ishowever, strangely relaxing. The main message that one receives from Silence pact is that you won’t have to give the stop if you want to get up for a moment to go to the bathroom. When you come back, the series will find a way to tell you what just happened. Also what will happen afterwards, lest you need a new visit to the toilet. Netflix cares about your intestinal transit.

The content on that platform that has a structure of that, intestinal transit, is becoming more and more common. Food boluses in the form of a series that travel through its plot-tract with the carelessness of a dish rich in fiber. Sex/life, Who is Erin Carter?, Obsession o Gypsy They have gone through the ’10 most viewed series’ section of Netflix and then fall into oblivion. Or in the cup. Next to them, fools like Valeria they shine as if they were women’s weapons y Sex in New York at the time. Silence pact It is the audiovisual equivalent of olestra, that substitute for dietary fats that, in theory, offers tastyness without calories. It promises instant pleasure to the palate but is neither fattening nor nourishing. That’s the theory. The reality is that it is like eating Vaseline. Silence pact It’s like eating lip gloss. Or how to relax to lose weight.

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