In a scene straight out of Keeping Up with the Élysée Palace, French President Emmanuel Macron and his wife Brigitte decided to add some turbulence to their touchdown in Vietnam — and no, it wasn’t the airplane.
As the presidential plane landed like a royal baguette delivery, cameras were rolling when Emmanuel, 47, popped his head out like a croissant emerging from the oven — only to get palm-checked right in the face. And the alleged mystery shover? None other than Brigitte, 72, casually stepping into frame in a power-red jacket that screamed, “I’m not mad, I’m just très disappointed.”
Now, before you think this is a new political TikTok challenge — “#PresidentialPush” — let’s break down the drama with the help of LipReader Analysis, aka the Sherlock Holmes of silent side-eyes.
According to the lip-reading legend:
“As the aircraft door opens, President Macron turns to Brigitte — probably to ask if his tie is straight — and boom! She hits him with the classic French face-nudge heard ’round the world. Realizing they’re basically on live TV, Macron throws up a panic-wave like ‘Bonjour, totally fine here, just a casual assault from my wife, lol.’”
But wait, there’s more.
Apparently, Monsieur Président then tiptoes toward Madame Macron with all the charm of a rejected mime. He mumbles something, she death-glares, and the awkwardness is so thick you could butter it.
Lip Reader McGossip continues:
“At the top of the stairs, he offers his arm, like the gentleman he still desperately wants to be. She ghost-arm ignores him and grabs the railing like it owes her money. As she struts past, she mutters — and this is where it gets juicy — ‘Dégage, espèce de loser,’ which translates to ‘Back off, you loser.’”
Iconic. Brigitte said what every French woman says when her man tries anything after she’s already over it.
Macron, wounded but still clutching his dignity like a Louis Vuitton clutch, allegedly hits her back with, ‘Essayons, s’il te plaît’ (“Let’s try, please?”).
And Brigitte, in full Ice Queen mode, just hits him with a ‘Non.’
That’s it. That’s the tweet.
Finally, our tragic romantic hero turns to the camera, whispers ‘Je vois’ (“I see”), and basically invents a new form of silent heartbreak. The kind only world leaders and romantic poets from 1842 know.
