Michelle Impossible: because Michelle Hunziker hit the mark

To put oneself at the center, yes, but leaving the place to others as well. To exploit one’s abilities, yes, but also to show the more fragile sides that many artists try to hide because a long time ago some citrullo explained to us that the stage admits perfection and banishes distortions. At her first one woman show broadcast on Canale 5 – Michelle Impossible -, Michelle Hunziker comes out winning because he was able to respect the unwritten rule that any professional should respect: know each other well enough not to pretend to attend every minute of the show at all costs because, often, subtracting is better than adding, drying is better than cottoning. Michelle, who in her career has almost always managed the stage as a couple, learned this lesson early and, in Michelle Impossibledecided to honor her by transforming the show into a great variety capable of reuniting her closest friends and colleagues and stepping aside when needed.

The reunion of Valeria Graci and Katia Follesa to the sound of “world peace” and “heights above sea level”; the emotion of Massimo Ranieri’s performance; the core-to-core interview with friend Silvia Toffanin and the mythological number with Amber that, after years of resistance, has finally succumbed to the call of “I belong” are just some of the moments that allowed Michelle Hunziker’s show to say goodbye to its audience with grace and irony, putting together all those elements that generalist TV seems to have forgotten since he decided that talent and reality shows would prevail and there was no more room for choreography, comedy pieces, hosted other than promotion and semi-engaged monologues (for more details, call Michela Giraud). They repeat to us so many times that ours attention deficit has thinned out due to social media and the impatience to get straight to the gist of things that we forget how much a well-written and well-shot variety can do us more good than a ten-second story on Instagram.

Michelle Hunziker, through two evenings smooth as oil, he reminded us of this, managing to enhance his strengths and not shirking anything: neither to the naughty jokes about her 45 years, nor to the teasing about her (short) career as an actress; nor to the gossip storm that she knew she would be unleashed by inviting Eros Ramazzotti a few days after the announcement of the end of the story with Tomaso Trussardi, nor to the gossips who would have turned up their noses to see next to her once again Aurora, which is showing more and more attitude and more and more stage presence. The result, we said, is an amarcord show that, we really hope, can push Mediaset to think of new ones on the wave of those already aired as Happy evening (but without the forgettable monologue of the last episode) e Uà. Perhaps, after years of judging pallets and expulsions for blasphemies and other amenities, rediscovering variety doesn’t seem like a parched solution as some believed.

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