Celestina is this wild, chaotic play from the Spanish Renaissance, and honestly, the characters feel like they’ve jumped straight out of a telenovela. The titular Celestina is this crafty old bawd who’s basically the puppet master of the whole story—she’s equal parts hilarious and terrifying, manipulating everyone for her own gain. Then there’s Calisto, this ridiculously melodramatic nobleman who’s head over heels for Melibea, a girl from a wealthy family. Their 'romance' is more like a train wreck you can’t look away from, fueled by Celestina’s scheming.
But the side characters steal the show for me. Parmeno and Sempronio, Calisto’s servants, are these greedy, backstabbing
Fools who think they’re playing the game but end up as pawns themselves. And Elicia and Areusa, the prostitutes in Celestina’s orbit, add this raw, gritty layer to the whole thing. It’s a messy, darkly comic world where everyone’s morally questionable, and that’s what makes it so gripping. The way their ambitions clash feels eerily modern, like a proto-version of 'Succession' but with more soliloquies.