★★★★ Let’s put aside Fito Páez, the man we know. Let’s talk about the miniseries based on his memories, a fiction about reality. He has a trick that, at the same time, discovers something: our ears are conditioned by the melodies that accompany us, and those melodies trigger, through memory, emotions. Thus, a part of the emotion comes from the soundtrack and what it evokes in us. But this trick hides a truth: that the music of Fito Páez (and that of García, and that of Spinetta, and that of the Twist, and that of Virus) is or has been important to us. Sound cupcake, but since this miniseries is about memories, that works. But the best is not so much the reconstruction of a lost world, but two themes: the relationship between a father and a son (a great job by Martín Campilongo as Rodolfo Senior) and how an artist works.
