During a morning at school in the 1990s, my friends greeted me with the phrase: “The Dylan caught the Kelly.” I asked them: “And Brenda?” They replied: “He was in France, he grabbed another guy there, but nothing serious.” It was terrible to miss a premiere episode of Beverly Hills, 90210 and falling behind on gossip.
I have felt that emotion, that of watching an episode of a series and wanting to share my impressions immediately, on very few occasions. I think the first time was with V: Alien Invasion, that science fiction and horror series on national television, during the 1980s, that gave me nightmares on Sunday nights.
I experienced it later with the five seasons of Party of Five, the first year of Dawson’s Creek, My So-Called Life (when it was revived by MTV) and sitcoms Seinfeld Y Friends. I even think that Friday gossip was what I liked the most about Friends.
In 2018 I traveled to Mexico, for the presentation of a detective comedy. That country was totally sick with “Luismiguelitis”, thanks to Luis Miguel, the series. They all had thematic chats on their social networks, to comment on what happened each week with him Sol from Mexico and his evil father. They’re crazy, I thought.
Perhaps I did not understand that furor because I had years of not getting excited about the arrival of a specific day of the week, to see a television series. I’ve never quite mastered the art of waiting eight days to find out what else happens in a story.
For a discomfort with Star Wars, in 2020 I lost The Mandalorian, which during its two seasons had my close circle of friends ecstatic on social media. But this year, hearing the interest of my friends Alex and Pato, I gave a chance to WandaVision.
With the Marvel Cinematic World (MCU), I have had a love-hate relationship. Just as they excite me with some stitches, others become even painful, to the point that I no longer trust them. Did someone say “toxic relationship”?
But with WandaVision he conquered me. It was a careful, detailed and different series. The MCU accomplished what I thought would never happen again:
amaze me.
I had my Messenger chats with friends to discuss each episode, hours after it was released; I saw the reactions and explanations on YouTube of the channel Beyond The Trailer, I checked the reactions of Jeremy Jahns and Kevin Smith, and I enjoyed all the memes when any new character appeared, and we all exclaimed, “That’s Mephisto!”
Although the final episode was half glorious and half disappointing, it ended up being a wonderful journey of tributes, awe, and barbaric performances from Elizabeth Olsen (Wanda Maximoff) and Paul Bettany (Vision).
And since I never enjoyed the #wednesdaydecumbia, because I don’t know how to dance, and #thursday altered my anxiety, I finally held a hashtag weekly: #Fridayofwandavision.
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