Tonight on The Brightest Light:
You'll see how Guga Baúl paints a horse whilst riding a horse;
Why Sven the Ridder meets up with a Swedish beauty;
And how Rob Vanoudenhoven makes a special dessert.
And all of that to please this man:
Welcome! I'm Gert Verhulst and this is The Brightest Light.
Three months ago I asked the bosses of VTM to give me a show..
In which I could pester a bunch of famous Flemish.
"Mr. Verhulst, that's a great idea." was their reply.
And voilà, by now that bunch has performed a series of tasks for me...
and all of that in my own house.
I'll be scoring everything they do, and eventually one of them will be..
The Brightest Light for one whole week.
Let me introduce our contestants, with the enthusiasm
of an 8-year old who has to finish his plate of spinach:
The first always reminds me of my dearly departed Grandfather.
He used to say "Gert, there are two kinds of people.
There are smart people, and there are stupid people."
Tonight she's the only one in that first category:
Frieda van Wijck! (TV presenter)
Next to her is a man from the second category:
Sven de Ridder! (Actor)
On the third chair is a stunningly beautiful girl..
I do have to warn the teenage boys watching; don't bring her home:
Olga Leyers! (Actress/Presenter)
And the fourth is the wet dream of all the women in Flanders...
Or rather, most of them.
Because I still have a lock on the elderly demographics:
Guga Baúl! (Actor, comic, impressionist)
And finally our rotating guest for tonight...
A man who reaches the same staggering heights I do...
But only when it comes to body length. The one and only:
Rob Vanoudenhoven! (Presenter/Comedian)
I came up with all the tasks myself..
And sent the five of them out into battle.
But like any other general I'll just stay safely back in the barracks.
I would never trudge through the mud, That's what I have a charming sergeant for:
Please put your hands together for Ruth Beeckmans!
Hi Ruth. -Hi Gert.
Was it easy getting here today? -It was, I drove with you.
That would explain all the noise in my trunk.
Let's get the show started? -That sounds like a plan.
Thanks, thanks.
As always, our first task will be the prize task.
Once again our contestants brought some beautiful prizes.
Which we will place on our table of prizes in a bit.
And the winner will take all those prizes home at the end of the episode.
And the others will have lost their items forever.
Right, and in which category could we slot today's prizes?
Today they had to bring their ugliest item.
It had to be something that's truly ugly, but which does have a certain...
Emotional significance. It's still supposed to hurt if you lose it.
As an example: I've brought Ruth today.
Ahhw... So I'm emotionally significant to you. -Ruth, if only you knew.
That's enough of that.
Frieda, show us something hideous.
I think I've got a winner here.
What is it?
It's called "The Sitting Unicorn."
So it's not a self-portrait? How did you acquire it?
Someone gave it to me, but I can't remember who it was.
A friend, perhaps?
Undoubtedly from a friend. -A very close friend.
That's why I keep it around, just in case they ever come and visit.
So it's in the basement for now- -Thanks Frieda. Thanks a lot.
Do you really think it's ugly? I don't think it is.
... Okay, Sven. -It sort of looks like your shoes, actually.
Dear Sven... -Yes?
What did you bring, other than yourself?
What's that?
This is a homemade Oscar.
That was once given to me.
For what? -The most 'absentee-est' student.
The most absentee student- Most absentee-est, yes.
And who gave it to you? -The class I was in back then.
Not the teachers, hopefully? -No, no. Back in my final year...
I was absent a lot. -And why was that? Some horrible illness?
No, I was busy filming 'Familie' and 'Drie mannen onder een dak.'
That was the time you were still successful, right?
Anyway, everyone in my class all got their diplomas, and I didn't.
So they made me an Oscar.
But with an obvious error. 'Most absentee-est'.
Olga, what did you bring?
I've brought the ugliest- -Oh, that's gorgeous!
No way!
Those are just like that unicorn!
...Yeah, sure. -But what are they?
They're bookends. -So cute!
How ugly are these?
But I-- Come on Sven, seriously, these are ugly.
I really, really want to win today.
Seriously. -Sven's very enthusiastic.
So what- -I did have to look for a bit
Because something that's actually ugly- -Those are yours, personally?
Well, they were in the room I played in my whole youth.
And... -Bookends.
And they're emotionally significant, they kept a lot of Roald Dahls from falling over.
The ears are leather.
Right. -Are those the ugliest mice you've ever seen?
(TN: Mice = ladybits)
I don't want to embarrass anyone.
Thanks, Olga. Guga...
I've brought something hideous too. It stood on my nightstand for years.
I won it at the fair once- -Doing what?
At the shooting stand.
It stood on my nightstand for years, because I figured..
This one could box away all the nightmares and evil spirits.
I'd think something like that would actually give you nightmares.
You wouldn't want... That's true. -So it wouldn't hurt to lose it?
Maybe a little.
Rob, what did you bring?
I'd like to win, I want my painting back.
But you also brought... -I brought a piece of art as well.
Right, a boxer? -I think it is.
My son made it.
But it doesn't look like anything. I mean...
A boxer in that pose would get punched in the face right away.
And this is like a french beret, I honestly don't...
And look at the face. Okay, two blue eyes, but the rest...
Let's score them. -Yes. Gert, who is in last place?
The least ugly - or the most beautiful - looking at it backwards...
Is Sven's item. -WHAT?
Of course. That's not ugly at all. -I think it was well made.
It's so cute.
It's spray painted nicely, and it's mooning us now, Sven, or what?
Thanks for that, Sven. 1 point to you.
2 points to Guga.
3 points to Rob, I reckon.
Come on Gert. -Yes, what?
3 points to Rob, it's nice... Well, I wouldn't call it nice, exactly.
It's not nice, but...
It was painted by a young child, so it could have been much worse.
Olga, you get 4 points. With such ugly mice.
And Frieda...
That's one of the ugliest things I've ever seen...
So you truly earned your 5 points. Congratulations!
So Frieda is in pole position, and might win a fake Oscar at the end.
But there are still a lot of points to be earned.
Time for our first real task. Ruth, what was the task?
Let's let them tell us. -Will we?
Okay, why not.
How do I get in?
Look at him go. Hopping the fence like it's nothing.
Where did you come from? - Back there, the entrance.
What's up stallion?
I can't wait. - Careful, that's manure.
I've got shit on my hands. - 'Paint the best picture of a horse.'
'Whilst riding a horse.'
You'll try? - I will.
Not afraid? - I'm mega-excited.
I don't really like horses. I prefer them salted and sliced.
I will not be riding a horse. -How about a very small horse?
So that your feet can still touch the ground.
If it's a tiny, strong horse, then maybe.
Exciting!
Do you have the paint the horse? The surface of the horse, or what?
'Paint the best picture of a horse whilst riding a horse.'
Paint the best... You could...
Let's just do it? And all will be clear.
So it's not painting the horse itself? - No, it isn't.
Whilst riding a horse. I don't really like that.
Really, horses, man... - It's a sweet one. It really is.
You needn't be afraid.
Rob, you obviously weren't chomping at the bit to ride that horse.
I wasn't. -Are you afraid of horses?
Yes, I once- -Did something happen?
Yes. It was the 13th of January, 1967.
Wait, it couldn't have been, I hadn't been born back then.
I don't like them, they're slightly taller than me.
And I'm slightly afraid of everything that's taller than me.
Who will we be watching first, Ruth? -Nobody!
Nobody? -No, I'll show you the 5 paintings first.
We're skipping straight to the end? -Straight to the end-
We won't see the horse riding? -Calm down.
Those are the five pieces of art.
You know what? If Amika, the horse from my series
Looked like that, it would have been our first horror series.
Let's have a closer look at that first horse. Oh my.
This is the first horse. - A wild boar? - A wolf?
A horse? It might as well be a dog- -Right, or a wolf.
And it's eating Frieda's painting.
It's brown. If you were to ask a child what it was..
Then there's not a child in the world that would say it's a horse.
Okay, the second photo... Or work of art, rather.
Okay, that's a horse. -That's nice, isn't it?
Nicely done, and you can see the bridle and such.
Next one? -Yes, the next one please.
That's... quite nice actually, very artsy. The thing I...
Mare-y odd. -Yes, and it's also...
It's a bit Keith Haring-ish. -Right.
So you recognize it?
And a good choice to stick to one color, artistically speaking.
Maybe that's for a reason. -Has to be.
But I like it.
The next one. -That looks like a woman.
Huh? -What?
I can see eyes, a nose and a mouth. -I can see a dragon.
Right. The task was painting a horse, But I can see lots of horses.
It's an entire riding school, that's...
And the final artpiece:
That's a... -Painted by your son as well, Rob?
Let's just say this is the ugliest of them all.
Those eyes. Those bloodshot eyes, because of all the crying.
Why would this horse cry? -Because it's hideous.
That's probably why.
Let's find out together who painted which painting, Gert?
I don't see the need. -You don't?
Let's do it anyway. First up are Olga, and...
And Rob, in suspiciously brown pants.
Hey, Rob. - Hello.
This is Vito. - Hey, Vito.
And this is Lauranne. - Hello, I'm Rob.
Ah, Vito. That's what I drive. - You drive a Vito?
Could I use my own Vito? Would that still work?
This is great.
And then just like Lucky Luke.
Here's your brush.
And now you can paint... - Ah, right, I've got to ride.
A horse. There's a horse over there, for inspiration.
I'm mixing some colors.
You're having a great time, aren't you? - This is heavenly.
This is impossible.
It's a fast one, I think. - Yes, very fast.
God damnit. - But it can be even faster.
What happened there, man?
How can I still turn that into a horse? Calm down, you.
This is quite difficult, actually. - Did you ever have drawing lessons, Olga?
Jesus Christ.
I've got... I'm not a girl, you know.
What kind of horse are you painting, Rob?
It's an entire riding school.
Oh, no, no, no. Gently, gently.
This is a 30 km/h zone. Right, I think I'm done.
Galloping on a horse.
That's great fun.
It's turned out great. -Do you think you're done?
I'm done, yes.
You can get off now. -I don't want to get off.
But you have to.
Okay Rob....
Do you have any commentary? - Yes, it's a horse in motion.
And where's the head and where's his butt? - That's the head, that's the tail.
That's a leg, that's a leg.
And that's his fault.
By now they're all holding their works of art.
Olga and Rob, please turn them around.
There you go.
Now we can see the real versions.
And we're starting with 300 euros, I can see a bid of 400 over there.
400 on the left... -I'm bummed out about the colours.
My horse used to look way better, I had greens, yellows, shades of brown,
It was way better. But when the horse started galloping
The paint from the cups flew onto my painting. -That's true.
And suddenly there were blue and green spots on there, which I had to fix.
Then utilize those spots, incorporate them!
I had a lot to fix. -Fact remains, it's an ugly painting.
Rob... You ended up blaming the horse.
Yes. I've never been on a trotting horse. That was a trot, right?
Or gallop, I don't know. -You were trotting, yes.
You were on there, then you were off. (Trot = draf. Off = d'r af)
And I just kept yelling d'r af! D'r af! And that horse trotted off.
I just wanted to get off!
Okay, who will be taking a look at next?
Now we'll look at Guga.
And another coward -a small one- Sven. -Me?
And this is Vito.
Don Vito Corleone. - Easy now, Vito.
(French) Not too fast-o.
(French) That's it, Vito.
You're tall all off a sudden. - Right?
Do I have to put my foot in there?
How am I supposed to hold on? - You can't, basically.
But we're just going for a calm walk.
I need to hold on to something. Or I can't do it.
You can hold this strap. - This thing?
Are you ready? - No.
Okay, let's go.
He's very well behaved. -As am I.
(French) Lauranne, a bit more fast-o. (French) -No, not more fast-o.
(French) Fucking hell!
Folks, this is impossible.
This is the worst painting I've ever painted.
I thought you said it was going too slowly. - It's fine. It's fine.
(French) She's getting on my nerves.
And stay. -Is that allowed?
Why wouldn't it be?
Okay, it's done. - Are you done?
I'm done. Done as can be.
You just want to get off. - That too.
It looks more like a moose.
I think that's it. I'll keep it this way.
Done already? - Yeah, that'll do.
Jesus. Not bad.
Look at you, conquering your fears.
That's great, really. I'm proud of you.
Super. You did great. - I did spill a bit.
Don't worry about it.
Okay, they're allowed to show their paintings now.
Show them. -Yes. Guga?
Guga, you seemed to be mad at the horse. Why were you speaking french to it?
I don't know, that's just my roots.
Say, Gert, did you notice he was standing still while painting?
Come on. Come on! Sabotage!
That's a fair point.
He was standing still, I was galloping. -Guga did pull the reins to stop the horse.
Ruth, I'm in a good mood- -The task was to paint whilst riding.
What? -Standing still is part of riding too.
Sometimes in life, you just have to stand still.
You did well, Guga.
Sven, did you think your ride was dismal?
No, not at all. -Not at all? Ah.
But your painting looks pretty dismal.
This was part one of The Brightest Light.
After the break you'll see the rest of this task, as well as the continuation of the show.
The continuation of a different show wouldn't make sense. See you soon!
Welcome back to The Brightest Light.
Previously we watched as Rob Vanoudenhoven and Sven de Ridder
Besmirched two pieces of canvas...
And somehow you're still watching. Thank you so much.
Ruth, who did we miss?
We still haven't watched our beautiful amazon, Frieda.
But now she's up. -Great.
I won't be riding a horse.
No, I won't do it. Sorry, I won't be riding a horse.
Why not? Are you unable to do it?
Are you afraid? - That too.
But I think, considering my back, It'd be best not to ride a horse.
I don't mind painting a horse like this.
Maybe we'll come up with a solution.
Ho, Jolly Jumper.
Are you satisfied with the way we resolved this?
It's certainly unique, I can say that much.
Go on! - How are you holding up?
Look at that, galloping and everything.
I once bought greeting cards that disabled people had painted with their mouths.
Now I know what their issues were.
I think that's it.
I'm done. - You're done?
But we've lost control of the horse.
Oh no, Lauranne. What to do? What should we do?
Easy now. - Look.
It's more of an impression of a horse.
And I settled on red,
To convey the passion for horse riding.
I think it's a great attempt.
You need a good explanation to go with the canvas. - That's right.
Feel free to dismount. -Thanks.
Yes. -Well done.
Frieda, did this inspire you to try horse riding in the future?
Not at all. I was glad I refused after watching these other
pitiable people gallop around.
And you didn't try riding your hobby horse in public afterwards?
I wanted to, but Ruth wouldn't let me take it along.
Show us your painting. Oh, wow.
Not bad, right?
I messed up this bit, but it's a fine Belgian Draft Horse in my opinion.
Let's score them. -Yes, Gert, who's only getting 1 point?
1 points seems obvious, that has to be Sven's abomination.
2 points to Olga Leyers. -What?
For the brown blob she daubed on canvas. -I was the only one who galloped!
Three points to Frieda, in spite of the childish circumstances in which you had to paint...
You made the most grown up piece of art. -Why, thank you.
You're welcome, Frieda. And then... yes...
Four points to Rob. The more I look at it- -But come on, I trotted!
Calm yourself.
The more I look at it, the more horses I can see, and that layering is phenomenal.
Thank you. -That's not a horse! Not a horse!
Yours is not a horse either, Olga.
At least I've drawn legs! I'm gobsmacked.
So they winning horse belongs to the man next- Calm down!
The man next to you. Congratulations, it's the only- -Come on!
... resembling a horse. Great job, brilliant, Guga Baúl!
Okay Gert.
We've doled out the points, which gives us these standings:
Olga drops to second to last.
THAT'S SO UNFAIR!
Sven in last place with 2 points, and currently in the lead:
8 points for Frieda van Wijck!
Do you know what my mother used to say?
The footman was irate, and the king indifferent.
Ruth, what's the next task? -Well, the next task...
It was one that included a lot of blood, sweat, and tears, Gert.
But mainly sweat.
Aren't you giddy to meet her. - It's odd to have someone else...
I brought someone else. - I'm Sven.
Johanna.
What did I get myself into?
'Receive the following information from this Swedish person.'
Jag älskar dig.
'She can understand Dutch, but she'll only answer in Swedish.'
'She's not allowed to write.'
'Whoever gets the most accurate information the quickest, wins.'
'What's her birthday? What's her father's job? and her mum's?'
'Her biggest fear, what she wants most.'
'Her favorite food? And how she would describe your appearance?'
Go.
Time is running, you know. - Yes. Yes.
Before we begin: can one of you speak Swedish?
Jag älskar dig.
Which means? -I love you. But you know...
That's all I know. -And why do you know that phrase?
I had to go to Sweden.
You were well prepared.
Say Ruth, who was that Swedish lady?
That was the beautiful Johanna. She's here in the audience tonight.
And Johanna is a Swedish damsel who can speak Swedish fluently.
So she could understand our contestants, but could only respond in Swedish.
Rob, we'll be watching your antics first.
Say, when were you born?
Okay, so she's been born, that much we know.
And what does your father do?
(Text: Nurse)
He's a cook. (Text: Nurse)
He's a doctor.
He's got a fever. That's not a job, being feverish.
But it's a medical profession.
He does health care and he delivers supplies to hospitals.
I'm pretty sure he does. Call him and ask.
What's your biggest fear? Let's just go down the list.
(Text: Disappointing others)
Spiders?
And what does your mother do?
(Text: Nursing teacher)
A ballerina? (Text: Nursing teacher)
What do you want most?
(Text: To be a good parent)
Well, you do you. Okay, next question.
These are my findings. You were born the 25th of august '82. Correct?
Your main fear is disappointing others.
So I think the diagnosis seems clear...
I can prescribe you the treatment you need.
It's best if we have weekly appointments,
But for now that'll be 45 euros please.
I'll write you a prescription. The insurance will cover it.
Voilà. I'll see you again next week.
Should I stop the clock...? - Stop the clock, yes.
Nice, no?
Well Gert, Rob fooled around a bit, but he eventually got all the correct answers.
How long did Rob take? -The cozy chat they had
Took about 22 minutes and 8 seconds.
And who's the next victim? -The next victims are Olga, Sven and Guga.
And the three of them used an obvious method.
What's your date of birth?
What does your father do?
Oh boy.
Your mother's profession?
Vård lärarinna.
Boord laderina?
Vård... lärarinna. -Bord?
Vård. -Ah, voord! Laderina.
I can't do anything with that.
You have reached the voicemail of Greg. - Come on, Greg. Wait a moment.
Okay, Google Translate.
Is that how you write it?
Ah, o with a thingie on top. Like this?
Nursing teacher!
My God, it's like pulling teeth.
What do you want most?
Something to do with children?
You want your kids to stay healthy? Do you have any children?
If you had children, for them to be happy.
You don't want that? Oh.
Could you say it in Swedish again: What do you want most?
I figured.
She's been talking Swedish all along. Everything she says is in Swedish.
Siri, what's jeugo femta in Swedish?
I'll have a look. This is what I found online
about 'Siri, what does judo venta mean in Swedish?'
Jugo femta. What's the Dutch translation?
I don't know either. - Yeah, I didn't pronounce it properly.
How do I look?
Söt...
Seut? (TN: Frumpish/Plain/Dull)
You heard it here first.
Ah, I was gonna call Aaron.
Short hair, green eyes, a stubble. Anything else?
Short stature. - You have reached-.
Nobody's answering the phone. -This has to be hard on you.
Why do these people even have a phone?
To be called, right? Not to just let it ring. It drives me up the wall.
Short of stature.
Really.
Spontaneous and enthusiastic.
A bit angry. - All of a sudden you understand perfectly.
So, seut.
Ah, 'sweet'.
Good job!
Sven, calling people didn't quite work out.
Yeah, Greg didn't answer his phone. -Does he ever?
No, never. Weeks later I told him "I tried calling you."
"Ah, I remember. Guga tried calling me too."
Our angry Olga, you used a translation-app.
I did. -Was that the right tactic?
Not really, it was harder to find out the spelling than to find out the meaning.
And you have to spell it correctly for google translate.
Yes, and if I can just interrupt a moment, Gert...
The task said Johanna wasn't allowed to write anything.
But you made her type something on your mobile phone.
How will you handle that? -That means we'll have to disqualify Olga.
Gert!
Seriously?
The rules are the rules. -Come on!
No, Olga, relax, calm down. -Writing isn't typing.
Can Olga keep standing? -Relax and sit down.
Don't do it, Gert! -I'm still in a good mood, so I'll let it slide, Olga.
You can't let something slide if I didn't do anything wrong. I'm in the right, typing isn't writing.
Standing still is not riding a horse. -He just said it's fine!
I said it's fine. We'll overlook the massive mistake you made.
It's no big deal, no big deal.
Imagine being married to her!
So how about those times, and those scores, Ruth?
Olga took 21 minutes and 25 seconds. -Sven took 19 minutes and 22 seconds.
And Guga took 18 minutes and 29 seconds.
Which puts him in the lead for now. -For now.
For now, but we've still got one candidate in reserve.
Hmm. Let's see how Frieda did? -With pleasure.
Your father's job.
Good God.
She's Jesus's sister.
Those Swedes don't speak a language, they're just making random noises.
A nurse.
Ah, a nurse.
What's your biggest fear?
Collapse due to?
Ah, it's got something to do with me.
I'm not that frightening.
Disappointing me?
That one's in the bag.
Your favorite food. This will be difficult.
Smeur.
You can spreåd something on your breåd. - Precis.
Some sort of nůt paste. Nutella.
A spreåd of a specific nůt.
Pistachios? Walnuts?
Is it a common nut?
Usually I'm very familiar with nuts.
Hazelnuts, almonds. - You studied nutology, didn't you Frieda?
I did. Hazelnut.
What's the first letter in Dutch?
Ah, peanut butter.
I don't like this last question. How would you describe my appearance?
Normal...
Normal glasses-head?
Normal length.
And normal width. Normal width, correct.
Smart. They can see it right away. - They notice right away.
Then I'm done. - Good job.
There you go.
Thanks. I think you did great too, and your Swedish is...
Frieda, that went very quickly. But it took you a while to comprehend the peanut butter.
However, I'd say peanuts are some of the most common nuts.
No, Gert. Look it up. A peanut is not a nut.
The peanut, also known as the groundnut or monkey nut, is botanically speaking...
A legume.
Let's fact check that. -I already looked it up on Wikipedia, Gert.
And she's right, it turns out that the peanut, also known as groundnut, pindar or monkey nut...
Is, in spite of these names, botanically speaking a legume, and not a nut.
That makes Frieda the winner of this task. Bravo!
That's right, Frieda only took 11 minutes and 3 seconds.
That's amazing, Frieda. -Incredible.
So Gert, Rob gets 1 point, Olga 2, Sven 3, Guga 4, and...
Frieda the entire pot, 5 points! -Bravo!
Which gives us these standings:
The only change is in the middle of the pack, Guga passes Rob.
But still in the rear, with 5 points, it's Sven...
And in a commanding lead: Frieda with 13 points!
Ruth, I think it's time for the next task.
Okay, Gert, this one was a creative one...
And something to do with food.
'Prepare a dessert that looks like a famous Flemish of your choice.'
'You've got one hour.'
'The closest resemblance, and the best tasting one, wins.'
Go.
Any good at cooking?
I've never prepared a dessert in my life.
Pastry ain't easy.
What do you like eating?
Chips, but that's not a dessert.
It is if you eat it after pizza.
Which Flemish person would you like to devour? Or lick.
We could try making Gert. - But...
Would that be tasty, that's the main question.
Let's say Tom Waes. I'd like to try making him.
And he's handsome, but he doesn't have a distinguishing feature to replicate.
You've got a distinguishing feature. -That's true.
You could just bake a raisin bread.
Yes, I don't know.
Okay, I'd better start. - Sounds good.
58:18 left.
17, 16.
What can I prepare?
Now Ruth, just so we're clear... -Yes?
There were two criteria the dessert had to meet;
It had to resemble a famous Flemish, and it had to taste good.
That's right, Gert. And you'll be judging the first criterion... -Yes.
And the second one... that was up to me.
Who will we be watching first, Ruth?
Let's first look in with Olga and Sven.
Hola, hola. - Hola.
Wow. What will you be making? -I'll be making you.
Me?
Are you sure you brought enough?
It's best to do the first thing that pops into your head. That's Philippe Geubels. (Comedian)
That's an easy one. He doesn't have any hair.
Shouldn't you be measuring that out? - I won't bother.
I'm just winging it, basically.
Do you wing a lot of things, Olga? - I'm winging my entire life.
There's Philippe. Philippe is being born.
Did you wash your hands? -Of course. I always do.
I can't take too long, or Philippe will melt.
Let's just make a smooth dome.
This is one of those cakes you just take a small slice of, and not one you keep munching on.
I'm not familiar with that type of cake.
Philippe has a delicate mouth.
And next are the glasses. Can you see him appearing?
Some berries...
And then it's time for another layer of butter.
I'm beginning to recognize myself, Olga.
Philippe has beautiful blue eyes.
There. -That'll do.
You've got some hair, right?. - I do have some hair.
Would you prefer a berry or a raisin?
You've seriously selected the largest raisin?
Here's a small one. - A small, adorable, little raisin.
Voilà.
Let me just fix your hair. - Thanks.
And wait. Don't dig in yet. There's more.
(In a Philippe Geubels-like voice) I've got a kilo of Philippe here.
Auch, that hurts.
And a piece of your glasses.
Your favorite dessert and favorite drink:
A chocolate and blueberry ice cream, and a gin & tonic with blueberries.
And a party straw.
Okay, you've won.
Right Olga, roughly a kilo of butter, a kilo of sugar, ice cream...
Is that your favorite dessert? -No.
Did you have to throw up afterwards? -No, actually.
The fruit balanced it out. Every other layer there was some banana and blueberries.
That makes it very healthy. -It was basically a fruit platter.
No, no. It was impossible to eat much of the cake, it was just too much.
But I'll say the Gin & Tonic and the ice cream made up for its failings.
That much was clear. Sven, I expected some more creativity.
Seriously Gert...
You basically just removed a kilo of ice cream from its tub.
But I fashioned an entire set of glasses from some Mikados.
And the eyes were M&M's.
A spectacular dessert!
Did you enjoy that giant block of ice cream, Ruth?
I mean, the taste wasn't bad, but it was just...
Vanilla ice cream, chocolate and M&M's.
And Mikados, and candy laces. You didn't really elevate the ingredients, Sven.
-The resemblance was uncanny.
I'm not sure- -That's true.
I'm not sure, let's just have a look at your creations.
That Geubels... -It does look like him.
And Ruth's portrait is basically better than reality.
They didn't do too badly.
They didn't? -No, they didn't.
I'm not scoring them yet, because this is the end of part two
of The Brightest Light.
You people at home, do whatever needs doing, and remember to wash your hands after.
Then we'll see each other again in a few minutes, for the next part of this task...
And for the final task here in the studio.
See you soon.
Welcome to the third and final part of The Brightest Light.
Ruth,. where were we? We were here, but I mean-
We were here, but we were mainly watching Famous Flemish who...
Made desserts in the shape of different famous Flemish.
And it had to taste good too. We already watched Sven and Olga.
So just Rob, Guga and Frieda left. Let's watch the attempts of Frieda and Guga first.
What will you be making? - You'll see.
The task was to make dessert, you know. - Yes, yes. That's why I've got this.
You'll see.
I'm taking inspiration from
The Italian fruit and vegetable artist, Arcimboldo.
You've heard of him. 16th century. Let's add some culture to the show.
I think I'll be making Herman Brusselmans. (Writer, looks disheveled)
Do you think he's a fruit kind of guy?
I hadn't considered that, but now you've mentioned it.
Are those the teeth? Is it Guy Verhofstadt?
No, it isn't. Just let me do this. -So you won't be telling me?
No, I won't be telling you. - Then I'll just head outside.
Because it smells terrible. - It's just ham, dude.
So... I've looked at the paintings that guy made.
I noticed he used a sweet potato as a nose.
That seemed the smart thing to do. - They're tasty too, sweet potatoes.
Here, have another cherry. -Are you implying I should keep my mouth shut?
There we go. Now it's all coming together.
He should have bags under his eyes, wait up.
And then the hair.
Would you look at that. A delicious dish.
Hoppa. And Ruth will feast.
That's a massive nose, isn't it?
You know what they say about men with big noses.
I think that's the famous writer, Herman Brusselmans.
I'm pretty sure it isn't. But okay.
Voilà, Here you go.
The others probably just went for a frontal portrait.
I've gone with a silhouette. Bon appetit.
It's just like I imagined it... You should recognize it right away.
Voilà.
Herman.
What is it? - But...
It's so simple... What do you see?
Meat.
And what else? - Preserves.
You can see preserves. And a different word for preserves?
How do they say it in Holland?
(Offensively Dutch accent) -Jam!
Jam, Jan. So you're looking at...
Pork. So... - No, you didn't...
It's an auto. Jan, ham. Otto-Jan Ham.
Are you for real?
Otto-Jam?
It's been a while since you've had such a healthy meal, right?
Every other bite is better than the one before.
Will it be a now, or a never?
It's so gross.
I think I can finally start dieting now, thanks to you.
Well. Something good came out of the whole thing. - Why? Do you think I'm too fat?
Not at all.
So, Guga, you went the route of the pun.
Yeah. I figured that would- -That wasn't the task.
I'm not sure either. It was basically a chunk of ham with some jam on it.
Does that count as a dessert? -The jam does.
But to be honest, it was inedible.
Really Guga, it was.... well...
Worst dessert- -The worst thing I've ever had in my mouth.
Then I think- -But then again...
I think we already know who's only getting 1 point... -I think so too.
Oh Frieda, You're still here? I almost forgot.
I've never seen Herman Brusselmans look that healthy.
Let's have another look. -Yes, show him to us.
It does look like him. -Right. Except his hair is too neat.
This one did wash his hair, true.
But Ruth, I'm wondering, what did it taste like?
Well, it was eminently edible, actually.
Thanks. I'd propose looking at Rob's attempt now.
Let's.
I can see crisps. In a dessert? - Yes, we've got...
You should always ensure there are varying textures in your dishes.
What will you be making? - I'll be attempting to make my own face.
And in 3D, even. Always cut away from yourself.
And always makes sure to taste your dish. Here, you try.
Why don't you start shucking the tangerines. - Shaking them?
No, that one is no good. No, if you can't hear anything, they're not done yet.
That one is still raw. This one is better.
I'll start frying these now.
Let's add those.
Can you smell that?
What's that smell? - That's Cointreau. I just added some.
Next on the list are the eyes. Can you tell?
We'll be stuffing those met the creamy bits of the chocolate.
That chocolate is delicious, actually. -So that's done too.
Then I'll just... - Hello.
Pepper. - Peppercorns in the nose.
Teeth. Really.
Two massive, white teeth.
That's the taste of...
That's the returning taste of mint.
Now just add some glasses and it's Rob.
I can't even...
I'll decorate the plate.
I've got brown hair, so...
'I've got brown hair', he says. - Well, but...
As if you're still trying to make that thing resemble you.
Okay, Rob.
But it doesn't have any glasses yet. -I'll solve it.
You're always wearing glasses. - Yes, I can't see without hem.
You go sit down, and we'll have a taste.
Here you go.
Sorry, I'm not wearing my glasses.
I've solved it. Here you go. - Thanks.
Allow me to turn it.
Voilà.
It might even taste decent. There's nothing wrong with the ingredients on their own.
Wow, bravo.
Rob, you can tell from the audience reactions. Everyone's in awe of this amazing dessert.
Was it any good, Ruth?
Well, the ingredients were a pancake...
with melon, what else. Pepper, Chocolate. -Mint? Mint?
It was a peculiar mix, right? -Cream, tangerines in Cointreau...
One would think "He's just adding random stuff." -No, no, no.
You were, Rob. But it was really nice.
And what Guga made was nauseating.
And you get to decide the rest. -Let's score them.
1 point, as I predicted, to Guga.
2 points to an already irate Sven de Ridder, you can tell.
Us two were the only ones who made desserts. -That's true.
It did slightly resemble Philippe Geubels, but might as well have been any other baldie with glasses.
So 2 points.
3 points to you. Do you think that's too few again?
I absolutely do. He combined cream and pepper!
My dessert is available at the Hof van Cleve*, starting today. (3-star restaurant)
And it'll stick around there, I think. (Kleven = to stick.)
4 points to Frieda.
You managed to make Herman Brusselmans look healthy,
And it takes great skill to acomplish that.
Bravo, 4 points. And Rob...
As the only one who made something truly beautiful-
Thank you. -Resembling-
I'll be cooperating with Delhaize or Carrefour... -You should.
This amazing dessert will be on the shelves of supermarkets, starting next week.
Congratulations, 5 points to Rob.
That leaves us, Gert, with these standings:
What's changed?
Oh, Olga is falling, Olga is falling. -Stop it!
And Frieda is still gloriously in the lead, with 17 points!
But anything can happen, because it's time for our final task of the show.
Here and now, live in the studio.
We'll finally find out who will be allowed to take those ugly items on our table back home!
Voila, everyone's ready.
I can already see some kinky accessories.
Sven can read me the task. Sven, go ahead.
Yes, take off your- -But do speak clearly, okay?
'Blow up the biggest balloon whilst blindfolded.
Then tie it shut. You've got 1 balloon, and 1 minute."
Everybody ready?
So we're just inflating a balloon? -Yes, as big as possible.
And praying it's biggest after 1 minute.
And tie it shut, right? -And it can't explode.
Ah, okay. Okay.
Three...
It can't be biggest once it has exploded. -Two...
That should make sense.
One... Start!
Saying start and whistling too? -I just like to blow my whistle.
Understood.
Don't forget you'll have to tie it later.
And Ruth will be the one to measure your balloons when you're done.
Don't stop too soon. -Half a minute remaining.
You've got plenty of time to finish blowing. -I can already see some very large balloons.
Don't stop too early, or you'll certainly lose.
And remember to tie it.
At least try. -Tie the balloon, Sven.
5 seconds remaining!
Stop! -Right, please return to where you were standing.
And take off the blindfolds.
And keep your balloons in front- In front of you!
Guga, you didn't tie it?
No...
That was the task, you know. -Ruth, could you measure it?
9 centimeters! -Still. Still, okay.
Let's start with Frieda and just go down the line. -Okay, let's start with Frieda.
It's like you guys planned it like this. -You did tie it, right, Frieda? Could you let go?
Sure, sure. -I can tell you've done this often,
Measuring balloons. -Like you're the expert.
73. 73. -He's already measured 10.000.
73! (10.000 balloons is a song by K3)
73 as well.
A tie, how exciting.
How odd.
I think this one is slightly smaller.
Don't worry, you'll be fine after puberty.
Come on... 79!
80! -80!
Would you look at that.
Hold on tight, Rob. -I'm holding it tight.
Rob has the biggest balloon, 89!
Okay, Contestants, please sit back down.
Ruth, join me and we'll add up the scores.
So we'll finally find out today's winner.
Yes, voila Ruth, that was fast. -Wasn't it?
Gert, I've got the scores with me.
Guga did manage to get 1 point.
With his tiny, flat balloon. -For participating.
That's right, for participating.
Frieda and Sven had the same circumference, so both get 3 points.
Olga gets 4 points, and Rob wins the final task
With 5 points! -Bravo Rob.
Which means we can look at our final standings.
And this is it:
In last place, Sven de Ridder.
Then Guga, Olga, Rob, But today's winner:
Frieda van Wijck!
Wow! -Oh, she's so glad.
She's very happy. Congratulations to today's winner.
The Brightest Light for this week: Frieda van Wijck.
In a moment she may collect her prizes. -In a moment, in a moment.
We're not in a rush. First I want to thank our other contestants:
Sven de Ridder, Olga Leyers, Guga Baúl and of course Rob Vanoudenhoven!
Thank you all.
And I'll also thank my fantastic assistant, Ruth Beeckmans!
You're welcome, Gert. -Thank you.
And that's all for this episode of The Brightest Light.
Thank you for watching, and remember:
Jordnötssmör is peanut butter, even though the peanut is, botanically speaking, not a nut.
Good night!
English Subtitles by /u/Sulimonstrum
Series unearthed by /u/taskmastermaster
Can someone tell the Flemish to stop using Allee/amai so much?
It can mean roughly 50 different things, it's annoying.
But they won't listen to me because I'm dutch.