Applause, ovation, curtain. Natalie Choquette pushed her last opera notes on Sunday evening before being beheaded in front of an audience like in the opera Turandot by Puccini.
Good, okay. The 64-year-old diva has not been topped strictly speakingbut was ousted from Big Brother Celebrities by a unanimous vote of his roommates.
And this elimination was not an aria. The theatrical soprano even asked her ally Jemmy Échaquan-Dubé to vote against her to keep the traitorous Coco Belliveau in the game. A better long-term strategy for Jemmy (and popokatci, him again), correctly estimated Natalie Choquette.
After having been bitter (America?) all week, what a melodrama with Korine Côté, the signet ring of the house-studio finally accepted her fate, which was sealed in a final act that was more comic than tragic.
Natalie Choquette, the oldest competitor in the recent history of Big Brother in Canada, was not the most strategic and invested participant in the third vintage. But all her classmates adored and respected her. This status of sage – and surrogate mother – propelled her to the ninth week of reality TV, much further than all the other older candidates of this edition.
Also, Quebec’s favorite grandmother, very intuitive, read the game well and saw the alliances that were forged in secret. This clairvoyance unfortunately allowed him to predict his own exit, which offended the boss Korine, who was nevertheless plotting to exclude him from the top 5.
Moreover, here is a message of interest to the last tenants of Big Brother, who will not read it, but too bad: stop honoring the word of such and stop honoring a gesture of the second week that no one remembers. It’s heavy, long. The time has come to dishonor you, please, it makes for better TV.
Now, who will dare to orchestrate the departure of Jemmy, who has been living on borrowed time since day one? The jury falls over Jemmy, for reasons as opaque as slop, and no one will win against her in the final, it’s written on the colored cubes in the living room. Jemmy has to go join Marie-Mai next week.
Korine Côté, who was not given a lot of skin at the start of the competition, is well positioned to win the $100,000. She survived the After-Party dominance and she won crucial challenges, which solidified her status as an indestructible survivor.
Mona de Grenoble, the best storyteller in the confessional, won only one challenge this winter and she triumphed because Liliane Blanco-Binette gave her all the answers. The jury will not select it. Liliane, who is good when it counts, thank you René Angélil, has a better chance than Mona of being crowned.
As for Coco Belliveau, the most cunning and unpredictable of the five, she operates in the American way, that is to say bluntly, without worrying about the feelings of others. Bing, bang, pow, hunker down.
Just this week, Coco even considered betraying her great accomplice Mona, three weeks before the final. This frontal way of placing its pawns works less well here, where the jury tends to opt for competitors with gentler methods such as those of Jean-Thomas Jobin or Stéphanie Harvey.
In the Costa Rican jungle, after last Sunday’s episode of “salt, pepper, oils” condiments, camper Nathalie Simard had to return to her village (LOL) after failing to estimate the number of mice that snorted in a small box.
The 53-year-old singer was one of the revelations of Get me out of here! Voluntary, smiling, enthusiastic, valiant and funny, she was quickly adopted by all the happy castaways. Among the other personalities who stand out in this first season, I love the confidence and humor of Livia Martin, I like the contagious good humor of Rahmane Belkebiche, alias the Pyrahmane, and I rediscover the coolness of chef Jean-Michel The blond.
That said, Sunday night’s episode was skimpy on stressful events. Only Livia Martin was subjected to the ordeal of the star of hell, a semi-medieval torture trick, where rats, crabs and other critters nibbled her body. Livia was good at never screaming in disgust, really.
The most annoying thing in Get me out of here! remains the random, rather unfair way of cutting off the campers. They are asked to weigh coffee beans or measure a vine by eye and this is what determines the three endangerments. It’s simple, whereas we’ve seen these stars in much more extreme situations in the previous days.
And this method of selection takes no account of the background of the players. Strange, DobaCaracol would sing.
Now, could someone at TVA divulge the reflexology tricks of Colette Provencher, who massaged our good Rahmane’s feet in order to stimulate his lazy bowel? It’s not just Jean-François Mercier who looks a little constipated on TV.