Alvan & Ahez will represent France -and Brittany- at Eurovision and that's good news, with their electro fest-noz dance "Fulenn", by far the best song of the evening.
No need to spend more than three hours there.
It was over in three minutes.
The only moment of madness from Eurovision France 2022. Visually delirious as it should be.
We don't understand the lyrics -breizh obliges- but we feel them.
A bit of fun, finally, after an endless evening.
Alvan & Ahez, the only moment when we wanted to get up, turn up the sound, go into a spin as it should be at Eurovision, the real one.
Because this Saturday night had a taste of Canada Dry.
Neither a gala Eurovision nor an evening of entertainment worthy of the name.
Jurors, but too many to notice.
At the end, they even put points, from two to twelve, but it must be said in English for it to be credible.
It looked like a somewhat sluggish Eurovision board game to stretch out the evening, with increasingly complicated rules for waiting sharply for midnight, with great difficulty, before going to bed.
France 2 had to advise Stéphane Bern and Laurence Boccolini to hold out until the twelve shots, as they waited a long time between each name during the final count, as in the heyday of all tele-hooks and other competitions, with here, a very vintage drum roll.
To put it nicely.
Being boring and making this absence of pleasure last as long as possible has been the cathodic trend for two weekends, from the Césars to “Eurovision France 2022, you decide!
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An atmosphere close to the dancing teas of Jacques Martin
Europe is good.
It's crazy, it's funny.
Scandinavian madness, German fury, Italian rock'n'roll winners who would have sniffed banned substances like Maneskin last year.
We always laugh on a Eurovision night.
It's unleashed from Oslo to Porto.
France alone is a bit sad.
Eurovision France, it sounds a bit like ORTF.
Twelve candidates compete in an evening presented by the Bern-Boccolini tandem, but sometimes, we are not very far from Jacques Martin's dancing teas.
Not really because of them, how could they get away with it?
As many jurors as candidates, seated as if on a central committee.
Yseult thought he was funny by preventing Nicoletta from expressing the slightest criticism of a candidate's melody.
It was not the jurors who were asked to do the show.
André Manoukian managed to quote Nietzsche and talk about his sweating mustache and his capillary erections, as he had done fifteen years ago on “Nouvelle Star”.
Remarkable continuity.
It's true that we were already in front of the TV too.
Jenifer, president of the jury, was like teleported from "The Voice" which must have looked like a blockbuster in comparison on TF1 at the same time.
Seriously?
France 2 no longer knows how to select the right candidate.
Every year, we get tired of repeating that France has not won since Marie Myriam in 1977, which, these days, is not so bad.
Last year, the title came very close with Barbara Pravi, finishing second.
We weren't in bed with so many dull candidates, poorly produced, not ready.
Or poorly staged.
Criticism is easy, but the viewer was not comfortable.
And only a quarter of an hour to vote!
One wonders how many people elected the five finalists out of twelve in such a short time.
Then the winner.
At least it's the right winner.
Go Brittany!