Rise and fall of a drug dealer and mobster. That’s how ‘The Immortal’ is summed up, a series that even if it’s only because of the “Miami” thing, I can’t help but refer to ‘The Price of Power’, the Brian de Palma classic starring Al Pacino. The idea is the same, the same that we have seen in countless productions, both for cinema and for television: Everything that goes up must come down and crime, in the long run, does not pay off. my balls But okay. Lex Garca plays Al Pacino, although he is obviously not Al Pacino. But what has been said, the idea is the same: I’m in charge here and throwing eggs at him doesn’t even win me God. An idea that usually, if it is developed competently, works. As it works in the case of ‘El Inmortal’, even though the feeling of dj vu may hover over much of its footage, especially during its first bars. A few first bars during which it seems like another one, which it does not stop being. But, as usually happens as one gets to know someone, that first and simplistic impression acquires different nuances that little by little give the series its own entity. Nuances that within the usual roadmap help and serve to differentiate it, giving its own touch to a story that we never get tired of seeing. Apparently. After all, most stories are cut from the same pattern, and in general, nuances aside, we do not ask them so much to surprise us as to develop with education and coherence. This is what happens with ‘El Inmortal’, a series that works by offering what can be expected from such a production, adding enough questions to its ‘leitmotif’ to keep our attention until the end. A season finale, not a series that surprises us a bit out of the blue, leaving us to owe a second season that resolves a good part of those questions. Until then, we have a good first season that tells what counts without saying anything in particular, but with enough rhythm and nerve so that, even being one more, we end up enjoying it as if it were the first time.
By Juan Pairet Iglesias
@Wanchopex
