TV review
Jungle camp, day 15
Pompous porous: The buckless Mr. Glööckler pouts out of the jungle
Harald Glööckler was simply out of breath in the semi-finals of this year’s jungle camp
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The Big Five have shrunk to the trio infantile: Eric, Filip and Manuel make up the crown among themselves tonight. The two jungle daddies ran out of breath in the last few meters. Harald Glööckler suffered from dizzy spells and acute lethargy. And Peter was just Peter in the end.
When the last woman had left the camp, there was a patriarchal sense of unity in the men’s flat share. “We held on well, men,” Peter called out, as if they had just walked over hot coals or grunted to each other in a forest clearing. “Then we’ll do without a woman for now.” The euphoria lasted exactly five seconds. Then everyday life fell upon the Kerle Caliphate. “How much water do we need for the rice, does anyone know?” Peter asked into four puzzled faces. “And who can clean a pot?”
Give me five guys in the semifinals and get lukewarm testosterone back. Anouschka Renzi took no prisoners to say goodbye. She was still attached to the “vat full of animal corpses” (Glööckler), in which she felt unable to take a bath. “Fuck them! That’s going too far!” The actress, who was no longer popular at all, raged after her return to the camp and took the opportunity to declare the currency union null and void (“Then better not 100,000 marks!”).
pompous porous
Glööckler, who was no longer so glamorous, felt the bad karma of all people. sensitivities among stars. Anouschka accused her old friend of being too dominant. “You make me invisible, Harald.” The designer reacted tight-lipped, which is not easy for him. “I can’t pull myself back to the point where I’m not myself anymore,” he snarled back, going into a pout mode for the rest of the episode for which his face no longer has any facial expressions, but he said so. Sale at Glööckler on day 15. Everything is out.
Grandächza instead of Grandezza. pompous porous. Bling bling burnout. The 56-year-old was done with the jungle. Like a counted pack leader, he tried to keep the lurking youngsters in check. Glööckler is particularly a thorn in the side of Manuel, who has made a kind of manhood in the past two weeks. “When he came in, he was still a meerkat. Now he’s a lion. Big, very big,” he hissed disparagingly. That was of course an exaggeration. The main secretary of justice from Kurpfalz is still not a hulk, but a straw. But his annoying waving of hands has become more energetic, his cacophonic idiom resounds more shrill through the jungle.
Where the Glööckler had long since used up all his powder, Eric was able to add another one yesterday. It was the full version of his wife’s truly horrible rape story. Even the gag writers from Zietlow and Hartwich couldn’t think of an exit slogan. Peter, to whom Eric recounted the traumatic experience (“Everything you used to be passionate about doesn’t burn like that anymore”), reacted with bewilderment and imagined what he would do if something like that happened to his daughter (“I would be more perverted than the pervert”). For Eric, the narrative—that’s the law of the show—was the ultimate ticket to the finale.
Schluppi from Biggi’s Boutique
At the end there was a shower for the gang of five, as the Hamburg police regularly give the activists of the local Rote Flora. Several water cannons were aimed at the campers, who had to balance the stars from one station to the other in the wild spray. “Creek of the Stars” is the name of the game, a jungle classic that also uses oversized balls. While Manuel wore a pair of slippers with a floral pattern from Biggi’s boutique, Glööckler presented a pair of snazzy art deco shorts from their own collection. It was also a creek of worlds that took place here, where the younger generation had worse clothes but naturally had the better cards.
What one had to concede to Harald Glööckler was that he took the exam in a bad condition. He suffered from dizziness and nausea (“My rice is like a bull’s tail”). He was almost relieved when he was later thrown out because of his health problems. Somehow, at the end of the camp, everything has a happy ending. Even Ragen-Renzi whistled conciliatory tones from the lodge. “I hope you remember me fondly,” she said. Good joke. And: “Let’s all be nice to each other.”