I have reached the end of the third season of “Doc in Your Hands”, an amazing medical drama — there will probably be a fourth, given its success — but the last episode left me very dissatisfied. After a great “episode” like the sixth, the one about the earthquake so to speak, worthy of the best American series and of the progenitor E. R., I was disappointed by the ending.
In the other episodes an incredible suspense was created, everyone was there waiting to know the reasons why Doc had left his wife, and the power intrigues that involved him together with his ex and an unscrupulous politician, to finally have a weak and watery explanation.
And then, let’s face it, we all sided with Giulia Giordano (aka Matilde Gioli), who has always been in love with Doc (aka Luca Argentero). For three seasons she had waited for him to remember their love story erased by amnesia, and for him to get rid of the ghost of his ex-wife (not at all considered ex by him) and so, when the two finally meet again, Doc once again gets closer to his wife, who is threatened by a deadly recurrence of an old tumor. But poor Giulia! Her look in the last shot is a whole program.
It’s a shame, I was saying, that the ending is so unsatisfactory, because this fiction has kept us glued to the screen — be it TV, tablet or mobile phone — for three seasons, following difficult and intriguing health cases but, above all, the stories of extraordinary characters impersonated by extraordinary actors. Trained, professional doctors, in love with their job, who take the affairs of each patient to heart as if they were their relative. A young, close-knit team, made up of beautiful people with an enormous emotional charge, always with the right word on their lips to cheer you up and help you find your way back, not only to your health but also to life.
Among all, the great public and career success of Pierpaolo Spollon stands out, who plays Doctor Riccardo Bonvegna, with a metal prosthesis in place of the leg and a piece of melted gold in place of the heart. But, above all, in the foreground there is him, the main protagonist, Andrea Fanti, inspired by a true story.
Handsome, sexy and with a sweet smile, an erotic dream of healthy and sick women, Fanti is a prefrontal person, forced to always tell the truth due to an accident, capable of empathizing even with the oxygen tube. From a microscopic detail — from how you scratch the tip of your nose or blink your eyelashes — he instantly gives you a saving diagnosis. In short, the doctor that anyone would like to find in their path.
Unable to think of not seeing him at work again, we confidently await the redemption, next season, of a decidedly sticky ending.
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Patrizia Poli
Patrizia Poli was born in Livorno in 1961. Writer of fiction and blogger, she published seven novels.
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