Xavier Sardà dedicated The Great Confusion to the sexual revolution. Setting the eroticism and mischief set on fire. For this he relied on María del Monte, an ideal accomplice. There was no shortage of workshops, guests competing in disinhibition, and some collaborators like Daniela Blume who had already come in with the lesson (theoretical and practical) she learned so well from home.
Walking a tightrope as to where the limits of fun and spectacle of bad taste were when we were in La 1, at one in the morning at the La Sexta Noche marathon, José Sálamo decided to put his teeth into the juiciest marathon. of the week, segregated Madrid colleges: Elías Ahuja and Santa Mónica.
What was expressed by the male residents with the previously rehearsed choreography was simply disgusting. But as some experts well add, there is no judicial aspect to the matter, because it cannot be a hate crime when no one has reported it. And no one condemned it, because the girls across the street who pay 1,200 euros a month to live in the premises, the same as the boys, are colleagues, friends, sisters, flirts and accomplices of the instigators of the heinous act. I thought of homosexuals who, 10, 20, maybe 30 years ago, would have to endure those macho rituals without eating or drinking because they were your father’s sons and lived in such a context.
To all this, the audience passed both the Sarda circus (they can’t stand Pedro Sánchez’s television) and the solemnity of La Sexta Noche, choosing the program in which they talked for 4 hours about whether María Edite has a son from Julio. iglesias Spain.