The Oval Office is such a recurring scenario in the fictions that we know better than the house. We even know where the bathroom is, hidden in a false door. The United States has had 47 real and many more unreal presidents, who, being actors, made the presidents better than the presidents. That one of the real, one reagan, was also an actor complicates everything else, although for those we saw The west wing of the White House There will be no better president than Martin Sheen, much more worthy than Lincoln, whom Aaron Sorkin did not write the phrases.
No fiction prepared us to see the child X of Elon Musk run next to Tito Trump while this signature decrees with Nero’s lyre in his hand. Not even the most uneven sketches, smeared with peyote and smoked with cigarettes of the laughter of Saturday Night Live (which is celebrating half a century, like Franco’s death, dosing happy anniversaries: we celebrate the good ephemeris in this present defeat) raised such a scene. The demolition of the world order has been carried out in front that genre so enjoyment of the series set in the White House. With the good times they have given us. Some, they even made you patriot, and with others they made you want to defect to North Korea, but they were all joyful.
No more House of cardsno more bartlets, no more Scandalno more Veep And no more Designated successormy preferred garbage political series, with Kiefer Sutherland making Panoli who reaches president of rebound and saves the world: I like to call it President by accident. It is not that the Trumpist reality, which questions the very principle of reality, has surpassed fiction, but has swept it with flamethrowers and spilled salt on the burned earth so that nothing grows again in it.
Look at Netflix’s last visit to the oval office. It is titled Zero dayand not even a Robert de Niro determined to forget that one day he was a great actor – a force to robotically recite phrases that has been learned before the nap is about to achieve it – elevates the farce above Trump. Nothing that tells us excites or laughs. Everything else, we grant a naive sigh of nostalgia, so it never was when we see in the series a black president. Oh, that is fantasy.