In the first stage of , led by El Gran Wyoming, the great milestone was to deliver the iconic sunglasses to Juan Carlos I and for the King to wear them. As time goes by, mud is thrown at the current King, his son, when he visits the Dana catastrophe and ends up dealing with some neo-Nazi kids. “There are many people interested in chaos,” he told them. Damn, it was them!
Whoever falls falls was a television milestone in the nineties with a fresh and seemingly risky reporting: the joke of , the pretended innocence of Tonino Guitián or the constant delirium of (by the way, the program was later accused of having popularized the figure of Esperanza Aguirre, as Aguirre herself confirmed in the first program of this new edition).
But, as time goes by, we are hit by another thuggish reporterism, in the worst of the senses, embodied in Vito Quiles, Bertrand Ndongo or Rubén Gisbert, among other intoxicants of the extreme right, with whose microphones some have decided to practice the long throw as a method self-defense against harassment. In the face of such insidiousness, the friendly hooliganism of CQC It can remain little, like someone who has already seen and whose eyes have been stained forever.
They say that the right, and specifically the extreme right, has been copying the tactics and strategy of the left for years: revolution of Marx, the hegemony of Gramsci where communication guerrilla of a situationist nature, now converted into a tsunami of hoaxes and fake news. Even punk! Also the thuggish reporting that, of the men in black television, has become radicalized and lost any kind of grace to feed hatred and conspiracy. Successfully.
An example of perseverance
In this context, this Sunday the new edition of Whoever falls falls. It is the fifth attempt over the decades since the legendary beginnings in which the rock n roll of the Reverend teacher accompanied to Wyoming, and none has been memorable again: an example of perseverance appropriate to the name of the program.
The new CQC It brings well-known faces from TV as presenters: Lorena Castell and Pablo González Bastida. In the first bars, the latter already launched a joke in reference to the hateful comparisons with the past Golden Age. But it is not so much that the program is getting worse: what has gotten worse is the world around it. Today it is very difficult to transgress. And celebrities are now closer and more accessible due to the networks. The program has a epidic rhythm sustained by omnipresent music, a set like what we thought was futuristic when the future had not yet arrived, and some jokes at the table that come in with a shoehorn. Things get better with the reports.
Among the reporters, many women, not like that one turnip field original (which didn’t bother anyone: something is progressing in the world), and some interesting signings from outside the mainstream: for example, Violeta Muñoz, from the combative independent radio program (who deals with political affairs with solvency) or the audacious youtuber specialist in sects and strange things (who delivered a delirious report about a scam with beautiful parrots).
The pieces work better when they get serious (about the Los Angeles fire or touching the American electorate, or, above all, Ana Francisco dealing with the infiltration of fentanyl in Spain) than when it comes to red carpet humor: they rely here on post-production, because many times the interviewees, understandably, are not up to the task of show that is proposed to them. But that is endemic to this format, which has always been seen with the anguish with which a couple of acrobats are seen: the fear that one will fail and the other will fall.
This new CQCAccording to previous interviews, it was born with the intention of humor. But it is not clear that Spain, always prone to base passions, is willing to be depolarized based on certainly ingenious questions and not persist in the consumption of atrocities.
