Updated Tuesday, December 17, 2024 –
18:26
This morning, when I was about to start a round of interviews to promote the latest film I made, I received a message from my son. In it I read for the first time that Marisa Paredes had died.
The first thing I did was try to confirm it because it seemed so strange to me, I didn’t believe what could have happened. I didn’t understand it.
The first thing I did was send a big hug to Chema Prado, with whom he has shared 40 years of life, and he responded with a very affectionate message.
The second thing I have done is remember the first film I made, which will be 45 years old next year, which was First film (1980), in which he also made his directorial debut Fernando Trueba and in which Marisa Paredes was. I had only made a few short films and she was already a recognized and important actress. While We were just starting, Marisa already did everything and had been on theater stages, television sets and, of course, a lot of film shoots. And I shared a scene with that woman.
Every time we saw each other later he always told me the same thing, that where we had come from, that we looked like a bunch of morons. It must also be said that without that first film that we shared with her, many of us would not be here today. That is the first memory I have of Marisa Paredes. That of an actress recognized and admired among all of us.
Then we saw each other again many times (we were both presidents of the Film Academy), but curiously We were never lucky enough to meet again in any movie or even in any play.. What I do keep is a magnificent memory of her, of how she was linked to what were my beginnings in this world.
The last time I saw her was at a funeraljust a year ago, in Concha Velascoat the Teatro de La Latina, here in Madrid, and it would never have even occurred to me that this unexpected and terrible outcome would occur.
We have lost a great person and an excellent actress.
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