Approximately one month ago, on the program Malas lenguas, on La 1, journalist Ernesto Ekaizer became enraged with the presenter Jesús Cintora and left the program. When the collaborator was asked to comment on some images, he said he had nothing to say, that he had been ignored all program, that he had written three books and that he was leaving the set.Thursday, it happened again. They had been announcing Ekaizer's next intervention via video call for a while to talk about the Leire case. When the time came, the journalist began a soliloquy. The level of detail in Ekaizer's interventions is indisputable. They are so full of proper nouns, circumstances, facts, dialogues, and data that it is almost impossible to assimilate everything he says. Ekaizer spoke for seven minutes without interruption. Seven consecutive minutes on television is a lot. And even more so if it's a single person, from their home, pouring out such a dense and difficult-to-follow narrative. When he himself warned that he had the last point left to develop, Cintora asked him to be brief. And Ekaizer became enraged: “I just said it's the last item! So I'm going to finish! I already said it!” And Cintora replied: “Of course, and I'm asking you to be brief, please”. The journalist lost his temper: “Look: if you're interested, I'll tell you, and if you cut me off, the story is over and you're left with your show!” Cintora, aware of the scene, didn't know whether to celebrate it or redirect it. “Excuse me? Can you calm down, Ernesto? I can ask you to be brief...” And the collaborator continued obsessed with his obsession: “You just have a knack for interrupting! If I say it's the last item, I'm going to say it! I'm aware that you have a time problem!”, and, trying to recover from the setback, he wanted to continue: “So, what I want to denounce is the following: Judge Pedraz and Carmen Pano's defense – the lawyer Javier Gómez Bermúdez – are close friends and have been having beers at Almagro 10 for years”. He continued to explain details of this connection until he stated: “This country is becoming more and more like a country dominated by the UCO, dominated by the UDEF, and soon they will declare a state of siege in Spain”.With the verdict made, Cintora dismissed him: “Ernesto, calm down and good afternoon. Cal-m down”. And Ekaizer, from the armchair in his house, very angry about this final comment, slammed his computer screen. The image suddenly went black and disappeared. Cintora lamented: “Bad manners are what they are. It doesn't get fixed. Some are like this and will continue to be”.The problem is not bad manners. Or not only. It is the television degradation, even more serious on a public channel. It is the constant flirtation with the forms of entertainment inherited from Sálvame. It is impossible for any political analysis to withstand this grotesque display. And for this to happen twice in a month. There was a time when presenters apologized to viewers when television was not up to par. This practically never happens anymore, because everything is exploited.

Top Chef It's the new baking competition on La 1, from the creators of MasterChefOn Wednesday, they proposed a game to the contestants that was full of prejudice.The jury presented the participants with exquisitely crafted desserts. They were delicious little cakes made with black sesame and currants, with golden touches.They were made by a pastry chef of Chinese origin, who wonderfully fuses French and Far Eastern pastry techniques.The suspicious "but" in the middle of the sentence already grated and foreshadowed the absurdity. As if the French touch were what truly elevated the pastry. They proposed that the contestants prepare the same desserts and announced:You'll have the help of the creator! Let's welcome the pastry chef who created these tarts!"But, to everyone's surprise, three Chinese women appeared on set, not one. Even more dismaying was discovering the reason:"We want to test your intuition. If you guess which of these three women is the creator of these Asian-fusion tarts, you'll have her help for one minute at a time of your choosing."They had to guess the correct Chinese character."The camera showed the three women, side by side. Numbers 1, 2, and 3 were pinned to their shirts, and they were given a clue: beyond the pastry chef, another was a violinist, and the third an extra. The last two were only there to mislead and create confusion in the "guess the correct Chinese woman" game. The test was reminiscent of the most racist games of The anthill.They asked the girls to show their hands. They eliminated the first one by having her play the violin, and ultimately, they were wrong in their choice. Up until then, they hadn't even bothered to announce the pastry chef's name or her professional qualifications, as they had done the previous week with a chef. They gave no professional background whatsoever on Tian Lu.The program implicitly activated a mechanism identified by multiple studies on racism: the supposed interchangeability of racialized bodies. The test reinforced the Western racist prejudice that all Asians look alike. It subtly played on the premise that it's difficult to distinguish between three Chinese women, stimulating a kind of perceptual challenge. Turning this bias into a game is to normalize it to absolutely unacceptable levels. The test wasn't based on culinary skill but on the ability to identify different faces. Furthermore, the idea amplified the exoticization of the pastry chef and obscured her professional competence. Would they have taken three French chefs and made them show their hands and play the violin? Would they have hired a Frenchman who was a bit of a showman just to throw people off the scent? With a French pastry chef, would they have simply stated his first name without acknowledging his expertise? Making racialized people lose their individuality is a way of dehumanizing them and turning them into mere tools at the service of the program. It is very serious that a public television station tolerates this.

On Thursday night, La 1 premiered CrossobarA comedy program to commemorate the 70th anniversary of the public broadcaster. It is produced by El Terrat and is a sketch comedy format in the style of [unspecified]. Poland in which all the characters are part of the television and film universe, both past and present. Parodies are made ofThe Anthill, The Uprising and the Late Show by Marc Giró, from series like Wild Valley, The Bridgertons, The Ministry of Time, Sex and the City and The promiseand films like Pretty woman and Home AloneGiven that figures who have already passed away appear, such as Félix Rodríguez de la Fuente and Jesús Hermida, it must be deduced that there is a certain desire to connect with the sector boomer.

On Monday night, La 1 premiered Aria, crazy about opera, one Operation Triumph but adapted to lyric poetry. talent show It has a more modest structure in terms of its machinery, but this gives it a more refined and exclusive feel. In fact, this is a determining factor for the format: it conveys to the viewer the idea that they are accessing a higher level of entertainment than what is usually found on television. They justify this with musical education. There is a constant effort to explain to the audience that opera, despite seeming like a genre for connoisseursIt's accessible and can move everyone. Furthermore, commentator Mario Marzo points out the red flags of certain plots and characters that represent the most egregious machismo in opera. To the relational dynamics, one must add the overdoses of emotional sugar and confection that these shows require. Since the world of opera already has a certain tendency towards affectation, it all feels very much its own. The three members of the jury display a delicacy and sensitivity in their approach that transforms the final verdict of sending heads rolling into a magnanimous and somewhat contrived art.

A quiz show based on guessing exact measurements couldn't predict that its existence would be quantified in just two episodes. RTVE has decided to cancel the show. How much, how much, how much, hosted by Eva Soriano and Aníbal Gómez, faced with ratings that fell short of expectations. The 5.6% audience share obtained this week for a show that was supposed to lead Saturday nights has led to the suspension of filming after only two attempts. Its debut was promising, with a 10.6% audience share. share, but it must be taken into account that at that time it benefited from being shown immediately after a Spanish national football team match that reached 32% and, therefore, lost a good portion of viewers due to drag.

Every Saturday at noon, La 1 de TVE broadcasts Open hearing, a news program focusing on current affairs within the royal family. They report on the agendas of the main members of the monarchy so that citizens can see how the Crown earns its keep by attending all kinds of institutional, charitable, and business events.

The vulgarity that La 1 premiered on Wednesday night is once again inexplicable and unacceptable on public television.Anything to declare? is one dating show in bad taste. And not only because of the nonsense said and the outdated approach, but because of the stereotypes it reinforces on a network that should prioritize destroying them. The program recreates the universe of a supposed airport of love. The presenter, Pablo Chiapella—famous for being the Amador of The one that is coming–, is dressed as an airplane pilot and has a crew of flight attendants who look like they've come from a cabaret show. All the most outdated and typical television tricks are concentrated in its format. In less than three minutes, they said the word "whatever" fifteen times. love, and every time they said it, a song from Julio Iglesias' repertoire played, repeating the word. Throughout the program, they try to form three couples, whether heterosexual or homosexual. The casting is worthy of a reality guys The Island of Temptations either Big Brother. Young, hegemonic bodies, highly trained at the gym, maximum hedonism and minimum naturalness. Each single man or woman can choose between three candidates, each loaded with suitcases. Each suitcase hides a supposed defect. And through an elimination process, they end up forming a couple or not.Anything to declare? follows the most frivolous and topical script guidelines of the reality shows when introducing the contestants: "If I want something, I get it.", "I have this great body because I work hard for it.", "When I enter a nightclub the floor shakes", "I'm very aware of my attractiveness and I'm not ashamed to admit it. I'm attractive and I know it.", "A whirlwind like me deserves a tall, badass guy."And the statements that appear inside each suitcase are as vulgar as they are ridiculous:"I've had 18-hour sex sessions", "I've had sex with over a hundred women.", "I need to have sex at least once a day." either "I am Mr. Blunderbuss". To this last sentence the presenter, surprised, added: "I have stayed 'squashed'In the set, there's a luggage conveyor belt where witnesses appear. And to top it all off, on two occasions, the mothers of two candidates appeared, carried like a package. After saying a few words about his overprotective style, they were dragged away on the conveyor belt. dating show, but for the values and stereotypes it preaches. It reinforces a world of relationships that's very outdated. The game is constantly unpacking suitcases. But the most dangerous is the one that's filling Televisión Española with its entertainment. The amount of accumulated waste is becoming unbearable for a public broadcaster, and yet they keep piling it on even more. There's only one thing to declare: TVE management thinks it's maneuvering to get the plane off the ground, but it's doing everything it can to crash it.

On Thursday, during the 3/24 news roundup, there was a very comical narrative subtlety hidden among the headlines. It was a fleeting aside, only available to those who watch television closely. One of the news items explained that, this year, The habanera singing of Palafrugell would not end with My grandfather as was the tradition until now. And they explained the reason: "To José Luis Ortega Monasterio, the author, the documentary Walls of silence 3Cat linked him to a case of sexual exploitation that the family denies." And then they inserted some archive images of the Palafrugell public singing The beautiful Lola and waving handkerchiefs in the wind. The short fragment of the song they selected for the headline was, precisely, "Oh what a placeeeeer... I felt." The choice, premeditated or unconscious, made it inevitable to smile. That after recalling the discovery of Walls of silence about Ortega Monasterio, which allegedly linked him to a sexual exploitation network, the choice of these verses to close the news is somewhat comical. Be that as it may, the subtlety is appreciated. Considering the amount of tragic news we see on 3/24, it's good that they've given us this wink with such sly humor.

The approaches to entertainment and infoshow are getting out of hand on La 1. On Wednesday, a new grotesque episode unfitting of public television took place. This time it was on the program Morning 360, a current affairs magazine hosted by Javier Ruiz and Adela González. The program exploits the most sordid events in Spain. The vast majority of stories take advantage of people's misery. There is no social perspective, which would be expected. The key is in the drama. And in making political issues tense.

On Tuesday, on La 1, The revolt It began as usual. David Broncano appeared on stage and the audience spurred him on with shouts and comments. The presenter, after playing the timpani, laughed at the contributions of the most broke: ""Alcoholic," one of them tells me! It's just that... the kind of insult..."The show, as always, was sensitive to social issues. The crew joked about the recording time. They revealed it was a Saturday morning, because that was when their guest, singer Ed Sheeran, was able to be on."Five hours ago I was at home getting laid!", Broncano pointed out. In post-production, however, they added a whistle to cover up the rudeness. They used the same method to cover up a few"bitch" from his colleagues.