The Hilària festival bids farewell by setting Dani de la Orden on fire

BarcelonaThey tried it with Rigoberta Bandini, and she said no. They tried it with Joel Joan, and he also said no. After all, who would agree to be insulted for over an hour in a single comedy festival performance that couldn't be filmed, just to at least use it for promotion and to show they can take criticism well? The answer is filmmaker Dani de la Orden, who agreed to be the victim of the third party. roast Hilaria, taking over from Joel Díaz and David Fernández of previous years. "With the first one we had a full house of downers "At the hearing, with the second one we had a full house of CUP supporters, and with De la Orden we have a full house... of invitations, because we haven't sold a damn thing," declared the master of ceremonies, Manel Vidal, in front of a Paral·lel 62 hall that did indeed have some stains. ~BK_SLT_L~ roasts It's simple: a group of comic book artists take turns at the lectern to hurl insults at both the poor guest of honor—if you can even call him that—and the rest of the comrades participating in the barbecue. No audio or video recordings are allowed, to ensure they can call each other names without fear of repercussions, so this is also an exercise in creative freedom, as well as a test of mutual trust similar to that of sadomasochistic enthusiasts. Thus, those tasked with setting Dani de la Orden ablaze were comic book artists Xavi Daura, Irene Sango, Indicativo, and Andrés Fajngold, along with his co-stars Dani Amor and Oriol Pérez. The participation of the director's partner, actress Paula Malia, was planned, but she dropped out at the last minute.

Some of the jokes against De la Orden focused on his eternally youthful appearance, even at the Gaudí Awards gala. But these were superficial taunts, to prepare for the assault on the filmography of the author of works such as House on fire and Barcelona, ​​summer night"You're the Bibiana Ballbè of Catalan cinema," Dora quipped. "You're gentrifying Catalan cinema. They're like Santaglòries, popping up here and there. They're the elongated version of La Caixa ads." Amor and Pérez, for their part, made light of the director's back problems, which have kept him off some shoots, to portray him as lazy.

The audience laughed heartily. And this allowed them to attack the sitcom. Our houseAvailable on 3Cat. "Look, you'll finally be able to discover genuine, uncanned laughter," quipped a radiant Irene Sango, who also accused him of being so pushy that he should be known as Dani from the Restraining Order. Next up was Fajngold, lord of hilarious pauses and destroyer of the eloquent Argentinian cliché: his tongue-twisting (and delightful) comedy is capable of destroying the other person by destroying oneself and letting the shockwave do the rest.

As the jokes exploded, those gathered on stage laughed to demonstrate—or pretend—that the barbs weren't hitting deep enough. The exception was Indicativo, the youngest of the group, who maintained a more serious demeanor, to the point of making everyone worry she might leave. But once she took to the podium and let loose against her male colleagues – "it looks like a bag of substitute teachers" – she unleashed her final tirade: "Poorly scripted jokes and drinking Estrella... that's what it looks like." Our houseThe series was the butt of every joke and was accused of being Dirty dishes Late, badly done, and not funny.

The roasted He ended De la Orden's turn to respond, having meticulously examined each of his attackers by reading from his phone's notes and admitting that yes, he had installed a bathtub in his room, although he didn't use it. Between sharp wit and self-justification, he thanked Amor and Pérez for allowing him to make all the money at their expense. Perhaps it wasn't his most brilliant performance—he seemed less accustomed to the format than the comics themselves—but he didn't need to be: if the jokes didn't land, he could always say, following the theme of the evening, that it was a self-tribute to... Our house.