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Cristina Pedroche animates (barely) the New Year's Eve more ash

2023-01-01T21:39:54.928Z


Between cava and prawns, in these Christmas times we pretend that things are getting better, that humanity is progressing and that the bad things are left behind


To the aperitifs, New Year's Eve presented itself as uphill as the same year that it said goodbye to.

Luis Tosar took out the gloomiest register of him to interpret 2022 in the summary of the year of the TVE newscast, and almost put all of Spain in bed.

He stood before

Guernica

to talk about the war in Ukraine, and gave way to a dance by María Pagés (a complete dance of death from the times of the plague) that took us back to the horrors of Christmas past.

Time became circular, all ideas of advancement or progress were canceled and, between recitations and dances, they convinced us that nothing changes under the sun, that the same bombs continue to fall, nothing can be fixed and humanity continues to crack open its skull against the same stone.

Luis Tosar, more than 2022, looked like

Angelus Novus

of Walter Benjamin, who steps back and sees only ruins and destruction.

New Year's Eve and New Year represent just the opposite: between cava and prawns we pretend that things are getting better, that humanity is progressing and that the bad things are left behind.

Luckily I had taken the precaution of reading in depth the good news for 2022 from Kiko Llaneras, which is a summary of the year much more in tune with the revelry of the Chimes.

I don't want to be labeled frivolous in the face of the horrors of the world, but if we don't even have New Year's Eve left to get thoroughly frivolous, I don't know where we're going to take refuge anymore.

I had my hopes set on José Mota, but picking up my spirits after Tosar was impossible.

Mota had been infected by the environmental despondency, and the jokes of his

Putin for himself!

(oh, not even the title is saved) they came loaded with ash.

The show was a parody of

Titanic

, which in Mota's fiction is called Europe.

What if inflation, what if gasoline, what if we sink... There was no cameo that painted a much grayer mood than usual.

Not even the appearance of Josema Yuste playing King Charles of England raised their spirits.

And the idea was a good one: putting half of Tuesday and Thirteen in José Mota's special is killing viewers of a certain age through an overdose of eighties nostalgia, mixing the memories of millions of Spaniards just when they start to get piripis (at those hours the second bottle of wine has already been opened).

The reign of 'Cachitos'

Nostalgia is the specialty of

Cachitos

,

on La 2, which in 2023 should begin to smell musty, but it remains the modern and cool proposal because a look at the rest of the chains is scary: the ghosts of past New Year's Eve reign in all of them .

The pre-camp edition of

Cachitos

competes with Mota, with the zapping of Antena 3 (which this year was just a celebration of their victory over Telecinco), the

First Dates

Freak Parade

and

a rancid Telecinco gala with Jesús Vázquez and a bunch of musicians of the second division that seemed taken from a hotel in Benidorm in low season.

Little pieces

reigns without opposition, imposes its eighties nostalgia abusing the non-appearance of the other channels.

And so we get older, with Javier Gurruchaga (who dated at the same time with Mota and in

Cachitos

, bilocating like Ágreda's nun), the memories of Jordi Évole and Pablo Carbonell's hairy legs.

Luckily Cristina Rosenvinge put the note of elegance on her and confirmed, with her mere presence, that the passage of time is an illusion, that she continues to live in that youth in which she told dad that she was leaving the city.

Perfect for this New Year's Eve determined to deny that the calendar progresses.

The Morancos and Ana Obregón brought a lot of depth to this sensation of eternity: with them it was hard to believe that 2023 was about to start, it seemed more like 1989. They gave the impression of being a bit dazed by the noise and Obregón had to direct the broadcast so that not shipwrecked

He made wishes (for cancer and for love) and fulfilled his mission as if his companions were part of the set.

Those from Mediaset went to Torrejón, with their tradition of disagreeing with the tradition of Puerta del Sol, and smashed some ice sculptures that represented the evils of 2022 with their mallets. A la fallero, but without fire.

Then Risto Mejide and Mariló Montero stayed behind to hand out the grapes in such a classic way that it seemed that they were where they should be, in front of the sundial. They were kind enough to remember some of their colleagues, such as Marta Flich,

But, for self-references, those of Atresmedia.

On Antena 3 and La Sexta they remembered their colleagues a lot and made allusions to the chains the axis of the retransmission.

Thus they continued the celebration begun on Antena 3: it is the year of the

sorpasso

to Mediaset and it has to be noticed.

It is the only television in Spain that has something to celebrate in 2022. Dani Mateo and Cristina Pardo on La Sexta perhaps went a little too far - the night forced it, they were in tune with the partying, the others were too in their paper—: Mateo, dressed as a magician king, harangued the masses in the square so much that some batteries fell over.

Let us hope that there are no regrettable injuries.

His partner Pardo was really worried.

It was on Antena 3, one more year, where New Year's Eve came down to earth and became flesh.

As always, in the —ahem— dress of Cristina Pedroche, who appeared wrapped in a kind of mailbag that, when opened, revealed a design by Jacinto de Manuel consisting of a dove (of peace, we suppose) that, through contortions defiant of anatomical laws, barely covered the presenter's breasts.

That was the message of peace together with a Chicote who is no longer a troupe and plays very well with his partner, sharing the limelight.

Although this Pedroche thing is already very traditional, it is still the best of the Chimes.

How it happens to

Cachitos

: due to the laziness of the rest of the chains.

Without Anne, without Ramón's cape [both on Twitch with Ibai Llanos], with half of the tacky nochevejera grace exiled on Twitch, conventional TV clings to an essential Cristina Pedroche.

Only she is capable of animating —barely— what Luis Tosar had sunk a few hours before.

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