Just to laugh |  Mama Roro's pranks

Just to laugh | Mama Roro’s pranks

“It’s my first show since becoming a mom,” Rosalie Vaillancourt shouted, kicking off the first of two Just for Laughs galas she hosted Saturday night, nearly a year after piloting a similar event four months pregnant. But has motherhood changed Roro?

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Answer: Rosalie Vaillancourt, the woman, has certainly transformed. Example: the smell of Canadian Tire that permeates her lover when he returns from her now turns him on. But Rosalie Vaillacourt, the comedian, hasn’t changed at all. Her opening number was indisputable proof of that.

After being proclaimed milf (we’ll let you google this obscene acronym if you don’t know what it means), the very energetic host reeled off her birth story by multiplying malicious jokes about the probably gigantic size of her mucous-muscular tubular organ (her vagina, yes).


Rosalie Vaillancourt on stage, Saturday night

In first grade, the young mother generously pressed the vulgarity button, but witnessed in subtext the fear of the forever-changed body that plagues many women after giving birth. The cute little pest of humor is off to a promising start to his second one woman show.

Among the highlights of the evening, let us first mention Jean-Sébastien Girard, who, with the help of humiliating photos from his childhood, recalled pranks he had been the victim of at school. Although the process has often been used in stand Quebecois in recent years, the guy like no other has been able to use it well to modulate his number, somewhere between unpleasant and emotional. Confidence: the tender viper almost makes us cry.

Véronique Isabel Filion, seen last week at Zoofest, also hits the mark thanks to that irresistible mix of (false) shyness and charisma with which she inhabits the stage. Her body image number eschewed both self-pity and morality.

Colin Boudrias, for his part, imagined the day when, in 2080, the old man he will have become will proclaim that “we can no longer say anything”. He cleverly managed to deliver a message of benevolence between the generations, without ever sounding gnangnan, while he sent some screeching valves to Justin Trudeau and François Legault. Anyone who laments the disappearance of social and political humor would immediately shut up if they went to see him perform.

Adib Alkhalidey, for his part, participated in each of the galas of the week, a feat that Yvon Deschamps had also achieved during the 25th anniversary of the festival.

Certainly Quebec will never know another Yvon, but Adib has already begun to etch his name into the fabric of our culture. Let’s just say it: On Saturday night, the Quebec artist ripped everything off.

At the start of the show, Suzie Bouchard will have had trouble setting her pace. Her monologue, which was nevertheless based on a solid text, struggled to take off. As for Jean-Michel Martel, her number enjoyed an excellent flash (a math teacher confessing her love life through her material), but her effectiveness has been undermined by dint of be declined in innumerable ways.

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Colleague Luc Boulanger pointed this out this week: a Just for Laughs gala now looks more like a TV session staged in a real theater than a real show otherwise filmed for TV.

After an endless tirade from the leader of the crowd, the audience was thus invited to laugh, applaud and even give a (fake) standing ovation, to make the editors’ job easier. There is nothing that makes you want to eat hot dogs less than visiting the factory where they are made.

Could it be that this formula, that of the galas, has reached the end of its useful life? In any case, Saturday night lacked that common thread and those sparks typical of an event that was attended with the impression that something historic could happen there.

Of course, this remark should not be attributed to Rosalie Vaillancourt and her guests at all, but rather to Just for Laughs. At a time when it is possible to go and listen to a series of very good comedians every afternoon of the week at the Brothel or the Terminal, an event of this type would benefit from doing more, giving something new and trying to be more… events?

events? The only number of varieties of the gala, a surprise greeting from Gabrielle Destroismaisons who came to offer a rereading of her hit And so to all the mothers who struggle to put babies to sleep, it really could have lasted longer, if only for Katherine Levac, all smiles at his side, who seemed to be living through one of the most beautiful moments of her life. She found her friend Rosalie of hers to imagine a continuation of her sketch from last summer, presented while both carrying beautiful round bellies.

But the brief moment on stage reserved for the singer had hardly ended when a voice told us to go out for a beer in the outdoor spot. However, we would have been happy to dance with Gabrielle, Katherine and Rosalie all night, or at least until the next choir.

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