No magic, no emotion, or suspense, or a Carnival or anything. The Gala of the change was also the ‘playback’ and dullness. A disappointment with a capital t which even supports comparisons with Rafael Amargo, remembered for the huge disappointment, and emptiness that occurred then among the public. It was a fateful night that left a poor impression on the premiere in the direction of Marco Marrero and Maria Diaz, they were abysmal distances between the expectations that had drawn the mayor and the soup from the beginning and who found the viewers. Only the temperance of the master of ceremonies and the high level of the candidates allowed to hold a show that started bad and continued worse. A disaster from start to finish. Too much music is canned and a few surprises (or none) in a night to forget.
The Gala was all tedium. It started with a bust singer (the of Soraya Arnelas), who played ‘Santa Cruz Carnival’ before they appeared on the scene all the street musicians. Then, and in fake live -a constant throughout the night – raided the Queen last year, with soundtrack by symphony.
Marco and Mary wanted to give to the overture form of music (but without the essential in this kind of entertainment: the music on live). After the street musicians appeared also a representation of all the murgas, tucked in with a shoehorn in a home soporific. Had elapsed since the first quarter of an hour, and the Gala had not yet come in heat, away from the big highlights of years past. Despite the animosity of the public, that clogged the Grounds, the result was disheartening. For the moment it seemed a program canning of Telecinco of the early nineties. And then M&M has already lost any possible comparison with his predecessor in the leadership, Enrique Camacho.
“Don’t you think that we should start now?”, asked Soraya. And his question could not be more convenient, because the show is not yet took off and neither did so with a performance 50 years that came immediately afterwards. Would have been nice if the following would be the spectacular billboard which allowed Zeta Zetas win the contest of murgas, but logistical problems forced them to sing his monument to the woman. Change of script compared to the usual, when the adult winner was acting in the final segment. He was thanked for that -this – was strictly live.
The teaching and temper of the presenters (Pedro Rodriguez and Alexis Hernandez) held an event that started with no spell, charm, magic, or Carnival. The music that accompanied the presentation of the jury was grim, but then, yes, there was a moment of nostalgia applauded with the presentation to the jury of the Queen of the Tajaraste, that had never before been in this facet.
The new format Gala not brought many novelties at best, if ever the possibility of comparing the costumes of the candidates for the four at a time, since all of them had an appearance individually and then again together. The case is that this way of introducing the candidates to the scepter made last forever the show to make it unbearable for the viewer. Also not helped by cuts to advertising on television, which is filled with musical performances without much grace or charm.
When the ceremony wanted to take off and be filled with a Carnival (with the sense and effusive tribute to the Devils Crazy), possibly because the viewer had been disconnected after the umpteenth ‘playback’, the Cubanito from the Fufa. But yes it was worth that Alexis Hernandez, sensational to the rescue of the night, to take the word from the stalls to give her the gift of 50 red roses to Masi Carvajal and provide the audience the most endearing of the evening. Everything would have gone better with more live performances as the of Soraya in the bars final, when he wanted to provide by a Carnival which Gala had already wrecked.
Nor rose the evening with Paulina Rubio guest star that the organization could have been saved. Presented like a hurricane and he decided to conform to this year’s theme: offered songs so old that seemed to be of the flirty 50. The nth nonsense. Subtracted more than added. The best of the Election of the Queen was, as always, is a prelude to the feast on the street of the city opened Friday. So, yes, the Carnival of Santa Cruz will offer the world your best face. And not this Wednesday nondescript, which was made Thursday between yawns and snorts.
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