How to describe this show broadcast this weekend on TF1? Pitiful! Christophe Dechavanne enchanted us with programs like “Du fer dans les spinach”, “Coucou c’est nous” or “Ciel mon Mardi”. Quality shows where humor was skillfully mixed with reflection. Are Dechavanne and his coyotes lacking inspiration to bring us a show where the sensational is so forced that it has become grotesque? So much so that we thought we had gone back ten years, a cursed era when TF1 was (already!) producing shows where fakery was required. Patrick Sabatier and Jean-Marc Morandini took advantage of it before paying a high price.
During this strange evening, we were able to attend the performance of the tarot astrologer-psychic-medium Jean François Rottier. And what a performance, my ancestors! After a gentle start, let himself be carried away by a wave of hysterical lyricism that would scare away the most seasoned ghosts. Was it the magic of the place, a lack of carbohydrates or an excess of pink pills, I can’t decide. Still, I suddenly had the impression that our mediumistic luminary had fallen under the influence of the spirits of Castafiore, Monsieur Jourdain and the Bogdanov brothers. The gays played Othello for us. If there were a Nobel Prize for Ridiculousness, sure he would be elected, the mage…
As if that wasn’t enough to make our Belgian neighbors laugh, here we are being thrown a layer of Maud Kristen, the clairvoyant to the stars and the dogs of the stars. As long as we go back ten years, we might as well bring out of the closet the personalities who go hand in hand with the subject. After all, every year at Halloween time, we bring out the same ridiculous plastic masks from the boxes… Like Halloween decorations, Maud Kristen is timeless. She still has those same mischievous lips that will now tell you that your favorite goldfish doesn’t like dryness. And yes, like a spaniel in a wheat field, Maud has flair. Sensing the clairvoyance market was saturated, the clairvoyant who prided herself on having a complete appointment book turned to animal owners and invented a new profession: truffologist. Should have thought about it!
Except that in the story, the pigeons will once again be the poor bastards who think that an appearance on TV is a sign of good faith. Thank you who? Thank you strange evening or “strange evening”!!
Buffy Brinogene
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