Another issue is that DCP's shows (including the awards shows) have been in a static state since the man himself died, still using Impact and Helvetica-like graphics (the Golden Globes won't change their look no matter what), and now hitching minutes of airtime to inane sponsors like Planet Fitness and whatever that sparkling wine was that replaced Korbel. It took them a decade to replace the old NYRE theme with something that already sounded dated the moment it was played. They keep Jenny McCarthy on despite the apathy/controversy she brings, Fergie is still hosting from Hollywood each year and in 2017 those segments are still taped before the holidays even though it would be much better live (Fifth Harmony broke up during the holidays. It was awkward to see them like they weren't about to go at it on Twitter the moment Camila Cabello's contract ended and yet...'watch their last performance together' said cheerily). It isn't 1987 any longer. Get with the times.
To top it all off, the New Orleans countdown didn't get screwed up, but someone had the bright idea to put a nice new LG flatscreen with the show logo on in the background during a heavy rainstorm. Great job literally watching that $2,000 investment wash into a rain gutter as the pixels died one by one behind Demi Lovato.
The other thing is the Times Square organization put on a better livestream this year than ABC did over-the-air. Rachel Platten was doing a great job with plenty of preparation on the stream and you can hear it in the background on ABC while Ryan was blabbing about nothing to DNCE and more Jenny McCarthy garbage. I flipped to the Org stream because I wanted to see her much more, and it was better than any network was able to put on. NYRE is basically hitting the same peak Guy Lombardo did, and they need to improve or else they'll be like MTV; out of the game and in a Ridiculousness marathon no sane person will watch.
But there's also the wonderful trainwreck that is Chicago Rising from WMAQ. Well-produced for the most part, but with obvious 'here for the check' Chicago "Dick Wolf"-verse stars hosting, the blandest talent/bands ever, and hilariously tone-deaf segments like a person making a difference in poor neighborhoods being introduced during a very ritzy party, awkward Corona Extra drop-ins, the CEO of Corona's parent company leading the Chicago countdown, and all the complete live shot d**ches you could ever dream of in the backgrounds of parties. It was terrible, but still much better than NYRE for me this year.