There’s the New Year’s Four Springboard Ski Jumping Tournament and then the Javis TV Four Springboards. It is now a commonplace to say that Ambrossi and Calvo take a qualitative leap with each new project they undertake. But commonplaces are often true, and what is repeated does not take away from what is true. The first three springboards have been Paquita Salas, Poison y The Messiah (I do not count OTis Mask Singer because they are another league). The fourth springboard is going to be the 2024 Goya gala. Because yesterday it was announced that they will present it with Ana Belén. Now that is a trio and not Los Panchos. But this last leap is to cross herself or to replicate that headline that Raquel Mosquera gave to Readings when he participated in Look who jumps: “I always jump medicated.”
Making the Goya is a poisoned gift. And no gift. Every year, those of us who follow it put our (little) faith that it will turn out well, but almost always things end up, being benevolent, that way. It’s like falling in love. It doesn’t just depend on you—not even if it did. In the case of the Academy Awards, the implicit and explicit demands to which their creators are subjected each year make it an almost impossible task to carry out properly. To begin with, because of its duration. To continue, because they have a generalist vocation and they should have it, but they speak from the niche (not because Spanish cinema is dead, mind you). When one bothers because it bothers. When you don’t bother because you don’t bother. When it is sober because there is little humor. When it’s funny because it usually over-brakes. But if anyone can land on their feet, it is the Javis and Ana Belén. In the end, it’s like falling in love. Sometimes it turns out well.
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