The decline of the bell chimes
There was a time when New Year's Eve was a special day to showcase the creative talent and power of television networks. Now, welcoming the new year has become a window into decadence, exploitation, and financial desperation.
In the preliminaries, TV3 treated us to a rehash of Polanda program that already has a tendency towards periodic recycling. Meanwhile, on La1, José Mota and his show... The game of flattery It offered the most ambitious and high-quality offering, with a critical look at the year we were saying goodbye to. Pep Plaza, playing Pedro Sánchez, did double duty in the humorous sketches on both public television channels.
In the New Year's Eve broadcast, there was a common thread across all channels: a certain festive authenticity had been lost, replaced by cheap and easy emotional posturing. On TV3, Miki Núñez and Laura Escanes delivered a show that was both cute and simplistic. They are a duo that demonstrates more willingness and obedience than conviction and spontaneity. They are clearly dependent on a script that makes their speech prefabricated and insecure. The emotions they talk about are written but not felt. But the most lamentable thing was the advertising subservience of a channel that constantly bombards us with self-promotion for the 3Cat platform. We weren't even spared at the moment of eating the grapes. The mentions of the suit designers turn the presenters into incredibly boring mannequins, dragging the show down to the commercial superficiality typical of Instagram. The beer stand completes the spectacle. Cava, so quintessentially ours, is one of the biggest casualties of this show's transformation because it has disappeared from the toasts.
On TVE's La1, Buenafuente's absence was noticeable. Estopa, unusually squeezed into the most conservative tuxedos, were completely out of place. They were even surprised to have to repeat how the quarters worked:Every year has to be counted! As if people were idiots!"David Muñoz lamented. Chenoa, seasoned in casino parties and orchestras, was able to handle the broadcast on her own.
Atresmedia and Mediaset have ended up reduced to a bazaar of cheap gimmicks. On Antena 3 and laSexta, Chicote is the lifeblood of the show and Pedroche the figurehead of the... the ostentatious Frankenstein cape recycled from previous dresses. The exploitation of nudity and objectification must be compensated with solidarity speeches about cancer to feign and force an emotion that disguises so much stupidity. All that was missing was Santiago Segura to promote the new film by TorrentThe most disheartening thing, however, is how all the presenters continue to accept the tyranny of the cold with heroic inertia and incomprehensible submission. They accept that their bodies are prioritized over their professional roles, as if the simple logic of bundling up somehow disqualifies them from doing their jobs. Proof that the New Year's Eve broadcast remains one of the most retrograde and outdated spectacles of the year.
