Isabel Preysler’s former elegance now seems corny to us
Isabel Preysler’s former elegance now seems corny to us – I watched the Preysler documentary and started writing my impressions on Saturday morning. I do it this way on purpose, to see what remains of the program.
By Megan Sauer
First, the musical setting. Funeral. There are moments when it seems like we are attending a funeral mass. The second and main thing: if you are the Preysler and throughout your life you have rarely appeared on TV to preserve the mystery, why do you say yes to a product like that?
Well it’s not. Bad, what is called bad, well man neither. Expendable? Being the Preysler, without a doubt. Unless you have an urgent need to make money.
A cheap product
Preysler’s thing at Disney is only done to get quick money because if he had really cared about doing something worthwhile he would have been much more on top of the product. But not.
The product is cheap in every sense of the word. It is incomprehensible that the person interviewing her begins each question with a grating “Hey, Isabel.” Because the formula is used several times.
And the gentleman’s tone of voice does not help to immerse oneself in that cotton candy universe that permeates the entire story. On the contrary, it expels you to reality.
And then with a distance, from the outside, you see the number of errors that the project accumulates. One of the most egregious is the absence of characters that contribute to enriching the presence of Preysler. The friends she introduces us to are nondescript.
Toilets. Colorless. One of those who pronounce the adjective “ideal” with recollection. I can only understand that they appear because they don’t charge. Bad. They should have stretched out and put in a few big names.
Elegance or kitsch
The presence of Tamara Falcó and Ana Boyer does not add up either. We have already seen those combinations in ‘The Marquesa’ – the first reality show– and in this one they contribute absolutely nothing.
They don’t hold up. Let us remember that we have seen Tamara Falcó in her reality show with Carolina Herrera and her daughter, Vargas Llosa or Boris Izaguirre. In other words, an important deployment.
But in the Disney program everything relies on Isabel’s push and the Preysler car is not enough to sustain two episodes. It’s fun to see it, of course. Because we have been watching her since we were little and we are fond of her. But the documentary leaves you with a bittersweet taste. What was once the living expression of elegance now seems a bit cheesy to us.
To start, the house. If it were advertised in Idealista it would have to be done with the notice that it needs reform. The Puerta de Hierro mansion that once seemed like a palace to us is now nothing more than a large house in which time stopped too many years ago.
There is nothing that attracts attention. It is aseptic like the set of an English high comedy.
The sad vacuum cleaner
And one cannot understand how such an elegant lady has allowed a vacuum cleaner to appear in a corner of the house in several shots. Sad. Abandoned The vacuum cleaner, I say. As for the Preysler herself, I have to say that I appreciate that she gets involved in projects like this.
She must lose her fear of showing herself but, above all, she must participate in stories in which she is not forced to be Isabel Preysler all the time. Because we have already seen that character. And we have bought it. But Preysler’s television presence shouldn’t stop there.
Once she has broken the ice and ventured to take a first step, she can afford to take another step. And dare to risk. I would like, for example, to attend a conversation between you and Boris Izaguirre.
Let her be honest and tell him why the article she wrote in El País about Tamara and her catechumenal whims in Mexico made her feel so bad (for me, very accurate, by the way).
She always plays herself
The biggest mistake we make with Isabel Preysler is asking her to always play herself. Her next job – which I hope there will be – should be directed by someone who doesn’t have much of a clue who she is.
Someone foreign to the legend, to the myth, because I am honestly not willing to swallow more portions of Isabel Preysler of a lifetime. So many doses of old-fashioned elegance and vintage sophistication have left me paralyzed for a long time.
Lomana complains about everything
Among the voices that have emerged putting Preysler on the back foot is that of Carmen Lomana. Badly done. Lomana gets into trouble that does not belong to him. This task should be left to those of us on the other side, but Carmen Lomana’s big problem is that she does not know which side she is on. She wants to be in both and that can’t be done.
Very vulgar controversies accumulate about her that have nothing to do with a woman like her.
Handing out hosts of her continually makes her a cute and flirtatious socialite. I have been watching her for a long time and I know that she has something of herself. She has lost joy, she complains about everything.
From being a character who radiated splendor, she has gone on to become a bad-tempered lady who you run away from when you meet her because you know she is going to snap at you. And she wasn’t like that.
I remember her being fun and smiling. Now she’s tired of everything because she’s probably also tired of herself. She has ‘Carmen Lomana’ mode activated twenty-four hours a day and that is exhausting. I know what I’m talking about. We haven’t missed her in a long time.
