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AT THE END OF THE 60S, A GREAT FILMMAKER VISITED A FARAWAY COUNTRY

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So this is Norcanda?

No-ran-da.

No, it's not here.

We'd see two big smokestacks.

All right,

let's go.

HUNTING THE NORTHERN GODARD

Not so long ago, a New Wave

swept upon us.

The Abitibi region had the great honour of welcoming a very special guest.

A famous director, leaving France aboard a supersonic aircraft,

landed on our shores.

With his European crew and a Sherpa from the big city,

he was here to take his chances in the realm of mass-market television.

That evening, the film director appeared on our screens.

With infinite candour,

he explained the "why" and "how" of the experiments he was to conduct,

here, in the north of our beautiful country.

TONIGHT WE RECEIVE...

Ladies and Gentlemen, Dear Friends, tonight I would like to present

a rather important event that is happening at Radio-Nord.

Here, in our studios, an internationally renowned film director,

a very special guest in our beautiful region.

His movies are now part of world film heritage.

He has even shot with...

Brigitte Bardot.

Good evening.

I must say that we are extremely proud

to open the doors of our studio to you.

You are going to present us with a new television experience...

An empty studio! It's troubling, isn't it?

No, nothing to be seen.

But you're no longer there.

And yet I'm still here, isn't that so?

It's always the same people who talk on TV.

Why shouldn't the cameraman ask the questions?

Or, I could interview the cameraman...

He had come here because, what he wanted to do

could not be done anywhere else in the world.

Having been thrown out of the most permissive countries,

he believed that, in our remote region, his mission would be easy.

He wanted revolution, chaos.

And like a miscreant crusader,

he sent out his henchmen to do his own work.

With their heavy electronic devices, divided in small cells,

they set out to give a voice to the people.

The film director went it alone.

Roaming the hills and valleys of this new earthly paradise,

a place of licentiousness and ultimate freedom.

Hello.

Enjoy the film.

Hello.

2 FILMS: THE INVASION OF DESIRE and THE SUSPICIOUS HAND

Hello, kids!

It's now time for our contest.

I hope you've all been good, as we have received thousands of letters!

The Association of Police Officers and Fire Fighters

is proud to offer you tons of presents just in time for Christmas!

But remember, kids,

fire is dangerous, especially during the holidays!

Mrs. Noëlla Duchêne, born Noëlla Tardif, wife of the late Alphonse Duchêne,

has passed away at the age of 79.

Parents and friends alike regret the passing of Mrs. Duchêne Tardif.

Funeral announcements, a presentation of J.H. Fleury Funeral Homes.

- How's things? - OK.

What are you doing?

Making donuts.

Yum, lucky you.

The idea is to ask the people, ordinary people,

about their desires, about freedom.

Hello, Mama.

We aim to interview people

who are not usually interviewed.

To, for once, focus on them, to ask them questions,

important questions, to make their voices heard.

How's it going at work?

Same as always.

And how was your day?

Alright.

How is our handsome Michel doing?

Don't get on my nerves!

Michel's fine, he wants you to know that he misses your soup.

You didn't forget the margarine?

I'll get it!

- Hello? - Not fair,

my hands are covered in flour.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes, I'll be right there.

OK, bye.

Marie, where are you going?

I'm going to Michel's place.

I'll come back tomorrow and I'll bring you margarine.

Say hi to Michel for me.

OK, and save me a donut.

His father raised cattle but that doesn't mean he should.

He's raising red deer.

- Who? - Gagnon, in ranges 5 and 6.

Really good meat.

Or so they say.

They serve it at the Château Frontenac Hotel.

He invested in deer fences and everything.

He took his meat with him and visited all the convenience and grocery stores.

And they said: "Yes, yes, yes..."

He even went to taverns, like Madame Sausage with her sausages.

But as soon as he had gone, people would laugh at him.

In the end, he was stuck with his meat and began to panic.

He'd cry out: "Damn, I'm a producer from your area!"

He even gave away meat for free just so people would try it.

At baseball games, hamburger joints...

Eat before it gets cold.

No, I'll wait for you.

- Eat. - No!

That's when he went on the radio.

He even wept before the town council, I think.

Christ, my hair's standing on end!

He said:

"If no-one buys my meat before Saturday,

I'll take down my fence and let all my animals out."

But come Saturday, he came out

with a heavy heart, and full of anger.

There was a line-up of pickup trucks on the road,

with twelve-gauge shotguns on the front seat.

They thought they were going to leave with deer that morning.

So he comes back out with his rifle,

takes aims at the enclosure, and shoots all his deer, one by one.

And the same people in the taverns, the same who were saying "yes, yes, yes"

left with holes in their pickup trucks.

He told me the story himself at the hotel where he's now renting a room.

He sold everything and now he drinks.

We're just damn settlers.

You not listening, uh?

No...

I love you.

How can you talk to me in such a way?

The deal he offered you is revolting.

For me, it's the only possible solution to the problem.

Three days, you understand?

Three days that you and I must then forget.

We just need the will.

If we love each other, we'll be able to bury them.

Nothing will have happened, I'll still be the same.

But you'll never be the same again.

If you do that, everything will be over between us.

Well, too bad then!

I love you but I haven't the choice.

You have to try to understand, Michael.

I'll love you, even after...

You know, Mary, life would be much simpler if you stayed here with me.

But I must leave, I know you've got it all...

money, beauty, royalty... I love you, Michael,

but I can no longer live here!

But Mary, look around, all this is yours, ours!

I don't want to die here.

Even if it makes me sad, I recognise the hunter in you, Mary...

No, you are not a gatherer of fruit...

Alright, let's go anywhere...

Come, Mary, let's go to the end of the world!

I'm all yours, Michael!

The Tragedians

Have you seen my bunny?

Have you seen my honey?

Have you seen the car,

I parked behind the pigs-in-camouflage's bar?

Have you seen my ideas?

Cutting through your fears?

And I see,

And I see, I see it all,

When I fall...

And now Ladies and Gentlemen,

I'd like to present a friend who's here by chance this evening!

You've seen him perhaps in your streets with some Frenchmen.

But not just any, Frenchmen from France!

I'm told he's accompanied by a film crew tonight,

but for us he's a legend of the quintessence of rock'n'roll!

Ladies and Gentlemen, our old friend... Paul!

Good evening, Noranda.

I dedicate the song

we're going to play

to the ideal woman

and thus all women.

Ready?

In your rock high-heels

You cross the storm of steel,

With your tomahawk heart

Your smile's the deadly mark

Fortune-teller, helter skelter,

You sent me to the floor, covered me with your make-up

of war...

You're sexy like a machine

Sexy like a machine

Get out of here!

While I want you!

You scalped my spouse

Now I can build you a house

With the roots of trees...

You're sexy like a machine

Sexy like a machine

Sexy like a sex machine

Sexy like a machine

Sexy like a machine

Sexy like a sex machine...

You're sexy like a machine

Sexy like a machine

Sexy like a machine

Get out of here!

While I want you!

Thank you.

I think you chose the wrong door.

On the contrary,

people are more interesting on this side.

Depends on what side you're looking from.

You're quick on the repartee.

Maybe it's time for us to part.

Just giving you time to get used to me.

See you later?

He lent you his cameras and everything?

They're video cameras, they need to be plugged in.

Marie...

Paul.

Paul... Marie.

Good evening, Marie.

Good evening, Sir.

He just arrived from New York, but he's originally from Montreal.

Oh really?

The guy at Radio-Nord lent him his TV studio.

"Lend" is a big word,

I'd rather say that we decided to "take" it...

Yeah...

And when I say "we", it's us...

It's you...

It's them...

It's me, you and you.

You,

would you like to be in a movie?

Just by the way you hold your cigarette I can tell you'd be good.

Céline Vendette, Ladies and Gents!

You know,

most great revolutions started in the countryside.

The Viet-Cong

in the jungle...

El Che,

in the mountains.

The students in Paris, for example.

Yes, Michel, but... "under the cobblestones lies liberty!"

Three more, please.

And three tequilas too.

Ladies...

have you ever been to Paris, in France?

As there's nothing more dull than the horrifying lull

of a ghost town

They set out for McDonalds to hang around...

I'm thinking

the same thing, me too, goddamit!

Christ,

he can go to hell with his shitty ideas.

It's not that the world's small here, it's that the gang's big.

I don't want to hear about complexes, there ain't no difference.

It's the same damn thing.

You just need a building.

You take the neighbourhood and you put it into a building.

You get more buildings if you have to. Christ, there ain't no difference.

Miss, your carriage...

- Michel... - Yes.

While the foreigners roamed the Nordic cold in search of exotic subjects,

and the film director, still on the run, explored our far-flung Abitibi,

the local cell was preparing for its first great report...

This is the camera, it's with it that we film the faces of people.

And...

when you're filming a face, you try...

to put it in the centre of the frame, as much as possible.

Otherwise... it'll be out of whack

and won't look good.

We must make images which are just, not just make images.

The microphone... it's with this that you can record voice, speech.

You're sexy like a machine...

Sexy like a machine...

Sexy like a machine...

Get out of here! While I want you!

This is the video recorder,

that's where the information goes into.

The images... the sound.

The buttons here. You have to press down hard on them in order to record.

Otherwise, you'll end up with nothing.

What next?

And next...

we take all this material and take on the immaterial!

The universal!

Voice to the people!

Yes, Marie!

Because cinema, video and television are like a hammer, damn it!

A tool everyone should use.

So, we go now?

I've got a strange taste in my mouth...

like sulphur.

Yeah, it tastes like the mine.

It tastes like... the mine!

Hello, Gilles!

- Hello! Hello! - How's it doing?

- Not bad and you? - Good, good.

So much the better, congratulations, bravo!

And allow me to pay you compliment:

you're a very pretty, wonderful girl and very cute too.

It's Little Gilles...

Pretty from your head to the tip of your toes.

Thanks!

And your face, your eyes, your lips and...

and everywhere on you, you're beautiful, from the first to the last.

- I love you, my dear! - Me too, Gilles!

Thanks, and see you soon.

- Happy holidays. - Happy holidays to you too.

Merry Christmas and a very happy New Year's!

- You too. - Thanks, bye bye.

Bye.

Thanks.

Wow... that's poetry for you!

I've got a big crush on AD!

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VOICE

VOICE

TO

STUDENTS

TO STUDENTS

TO STUDENTS

Came the new-born spring

Spreading through town on wing,

I saw the wind turn on high

I felt hope on the rise

Oh, the pretty month of May in Paris

Oh, the pretty month of May in Paris

I felt my life would change...

Hello.

- Hello. - Hello.

- What's your name? - Yves.

Ginette.

Antonie.

I'm Jeanette.

What are you studying?

Literature.

I'm studying administration.

After you...

I'm studying arts and sciences.

And you want to major in?

Philosophy.

Oh yeah? Wow!

Are you an activist yourself?

Yes.

I believe individual acts combined with those of others will make a difference.

That's right, it's the national movement that counts.

It's when the masses decide to do something.

The politicians have...

a vote... but we are the population.

We're the ones who elect them, we're the ones who decide.

Prejudice has it that only artists make themselves heard.

I don't agree.

- No? - No.

There are as many people from management as people from...

No,

it's just that we often put the spotlight on artists

since we think they've got a bigger audience, as it's their profession.

What do you think of people who aren't activists?

We're trying to build a society for everyone, which includes everyone,

which will reunite all of society.

If you don't make your opinion heard, it's possible that society

will resemble you a little less.

Don't you think it's difficult being someone who's reflective...

in a small town like this where people generally don't read books much?

Yes, yes...

You must feel...

Yes.

But sure, if you try to understand how the world works

and others don't, it'll always be difficult.

Are you going to leave some day?

Yes.

Soon?

After college.

Do you have dreams?

I dream of a sovereign state:

a free republic of Quebec!

But don't you think that leaving is like abandoning...

everything you've been trying to build?

I'll return, but I'm going to leave, see the world, then come back.

We lack weapons. We lack things.

We must know more, see the world, do other things...

We remain always together, it's almost incestuous.

What do your parents do?

My father works in the mine.

My mother's a housewife.

What do your parents think of you studying literature?

They're proud.

Yes, they're proud.

We should go see Hauris Lalancette.

He's a guy from Rochebaucourt, or Beaucanton, I can't remember.

He's a farmer but when he talks he sounds like a professor.

It's guys like that who should be in politics.

He talks about the hypocrisy of colonisation in Abitibi.

Back in the day they got people to come here by offering them agricultural land.

Not a single Catholic French Canadian would have come to Abitibi otherwise.

But Hauris thinks it's all bullshit.

It was all a pretext to send men to work in mines and forests.

And today to Beijing!

He's a true man of the land. They emptied his village!

They shut it down, but he didn't leave.

Better hit the gas if you want to make it to the top of that hill.

He just stays put, a real mule-head!

Even when he speaks... he splutters!

He doesn't give a rap when he looks like.

He should drop his land for a while

and get involved in politics.

On my eyes

the bitter sky blue of our farewells

On my cheeks

the blood of jealous lovers dwells

On the stroke

of midnight the crow will take off silently

On my finger

the wooden engagement ring you gave me

On my breast

my hand soothes my heart so calmly

On the stroke

of midnight, the crow will take off silently...

In the meanwhile, in the wild countryside,

the film director stayed clear of the seeds of anarchy he'd just sown.

And everywhere in our region, our good people saw on their televisions

the first of great philosophical experiments carried out by his henchmen.

We were all appalled by such a jumble of confused images and empty words.

The puerile desire for freedom of these students still in diapers,

left us without words.

And as if every word were the word of God,

our Sunday filmmakers were now going to take on

our valiant French-Canadian lumberjacks,

naively thinking they could make them say whatever they wanted

just by sticking under their noses cameras and microphones.

Now it's mild... now it's mild...

but when it's minus 30°, they still work.

Go on.

We're going to meet with forestry workers.

That's all you've got to say?

We're going to meet with forestry workers.

Men who never complain!

Just like you, never complaining even if you work in a lumberyard

after going to college.

Shut your mouth.

I'm not like them.

I don't spend my days bent over in two

and rest of my time getting hit in the face by branches!

Good!

We're going to see men.

Real men.

They're not always handsome.

They don't always smell good.

But they're not afraid of a bear or a wolf.

For they speak the same language...

that of the silence of nature.

Excellent!

Shut up.

The Bombardier Ski-Doo,

the powerful snowmobile, the snowmobile...

VOICE

TO

TO

FORESTRY WORKERS

Is that your ski-doo?

Yeah.

Can you tell us a little about it?

They're good big machines for working.

What was your first job?

I started by pleming logs, at $11 the cord.

Really?

Yeah.

What's "pleming logs" mean?

It means...

cutting felled trees into four-feet long pieces,

making chainsaw cuts along their length then using a gouge to remove the bark.

You got kids?

Two.

Would you like them to do the same job as you?

Why not?

It might be a noble profession, but some day there might be no forest left.

There'll be some left. There'll be some left.

You sure?

No problem. We'll leave something for the others.

Is it important to have machines in your line of work?

Important...?

It's faster than a horse

and doesn't have to be taken out of the woods for maintenance.

Could you start up your ski-doo for me?

Yup...

But it's not the most silent one in the world.

Damn!

So your wife makes your lunch?

- Yes. - What's in there, can you tell us?

An egg sandwich or something else, all depends on what's in the fridge.

She always makes me good lunches with lots of love!

- With lots of love, good bread... - Yeah, good bread,

that fills your stomach.

One of your friends told me you're a bit of a medium...

Yeah, I'm half sorcerer, a visionary...

Does it help being educated in the woods?

It's a bit troubling because you see things differently,

you look less at nature and think more about your pay

or how it's divvied up.

It's kind of troubling.

I'm not sure I'm giving you the right answers.

There's no good or bad answers. They're your answers.

You're asking me a lot of complicated questions.

It's hard seeing the future!

Do you have a vision as to forestry? As to nature?

Forestry... When they told me I was going to work in the woods,

they told me, "you'll always be poor."

So I kept the vision that "you'll always be poor".

There's talk about the power struggle between the lumber camp and the company,

but what's the power struggle between the company and the government?

There's no power struggle, we're together.

- Explain that to me. - I mean,

they were given land, this is their forest.

"Given" the land?

Well, practically given... It's theirs.

It's a like concession like in the days of the lords.

The land's theirs and the others are just logging it.

If tomorrow morning someone came to tell you to drop your chainsaw

and go protest instead, would you get involved?

How you expect me to get involved in that?

Who'd put food on our table?

I mean I'd like to.

Me too, I'd like the land to remain as it is.

When the factory closes, it's all the workers who'll be left with nothing.

So I understand, but I still have to work to get by.

Are you satisfied with your work conditions?

My work conditions...

I get up in the morning, go to work with my lunch,

that's all that interests me.

Is the pay good?

The pay's great, got no complaints about that.

Are the bosses are good?

The bosses aren't always... The bosses are fair.

A lot of people don't agree.

Look, it's not me who's going to start talking about the bosses.

I want to keep my job and you're not gonna make me lose it.

Perhaps this is the right time to do something.

Listen, I've got my job, and I want to keep it,

and it's certainly not you who's gonna make me lose it.

And what's this for?

Radio-Nord.

Oh... We're gonna be on TV?

Yeah, Friday at 6 pm.

Oh, I won't be back home by then in any case.

You'll hear about it.

What do you want me to say?

Tell me about yourself.

We let everyone talk. You never have the chance to say something.

Name?

Name what?

What's your name?

Marie Laforêt Kistabish.

Kis-ta-bish... Is that Amerindian?

Well, yeah.

Kistabish sounds like "Kiss-your-deer" in English. Funny, huh?

In the sense that...

What?

OK, let's move on.

Sex...

What?

Origin?

5th avenue right next to the mine.

So you must have an Amerindian nickname?

"Runaway Deer".

Except for deer, do you have any particular interests?

Yes.

Literature, cinema, music.

Do you have dreams?

The people the most important for you?

My grandmother, Kistabish,

my brother, my sisters, my mother... Michel.

And no dreams of your own?

Well...

I'd like to leave,

get out of my little town and travel...

See the world!

And do things without others thinking I'm taking myself for somebody else.

What else?

I don't know.

You're beautiful.

Are you filming?

Check...

Check out the handsome couple!

Yeah...

real lovebirds!

Stop it, stop it!

You're really a pain.

It's taking forever, can I come down?

No.

Beauty takes time.

You're really giving it to me?

Sure, it looks good on you, huh?

Yeah.

Turn a little.

Except it makes me look like you.

Are you and Michel going to get married?

Why are you asking me that?

You can't wait to get my room?

You want to wear the dress at our marriage?

Maybe.

Careful.

I don't know if I'll marry Michel.

Sometimes things change... You have to make the right decisions.

Would you like me to embroider flowers on it?

I'm not a baby!

Alright, no flowers...

This dress is just for you, think of me when you wear it.

That's what you ordered, right?

Yup.

Thanks.

Here you are, gents!

Hey, Normand, no hanky-panky when I'm working!

- Here you go, Marco. - Thanks.

Here are your French fries, handsome.

Thanks.

Think she's pretty?

You like girls?

Yeah.

And boys?

No.

The waitress... think she's pretty?

Not bad...

On my way to town,

With my nights and coins in pocket,

From my village bound,

One fork leads to Rome the other to the casket,

But all along the way, I turn,

and drop pebbles for my return...

And as soon as I see,

the towers and vultures,

my steps will lead me,

straight as arrow to the market,

And come the end of day,

I'l follow the pebbles I dropped along the way

You're not with Michel?

No.

What's he doing?

No idea, he's old enough to take care of himself.

Doesn't matter.

We'll manage.

VOICE

TO

WOMEN

Go on!

Now stop!

Association of Women of Grasse

Hello.

Hello, Marie.

- Thank you for accepting. - My pleasure.

Hello, thank you for accepting.

I'm nervous, really nervous.

I'm going to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind.

- Are you married? - Yes.

Do you have children?

Yes. I've got three.

My Lord, how wonderful!

Such a sweet delight!

Have you finished with what you were doing?

No...

She no longer wants to answer me.

She no longer wants to answer me.

What's the difference between a man and a woman for you?

Oh, la la...

What's solidarity for you?

Any kind of solidarity?

- Between women. - OK.

Solidarity for me is...

For example, when the men are out in the forest, and...

we women get together and help each other

with the housework and kids.

It's always easier together.

Solidarity between women,

according to what I've noticed,

means perhaps not overly judging each other.

Do you think that women have a voice here?

More and more... more and more, women are speaking up.

Do you still have room for dreams in your life today?

It's funny but, for me, "dreams" sound like...

as if... one isn't happy.

I'm happy with who I am. I might dream at night... but otherwise I'm happy.

Being in a film...

Yes, I used to go to the pictures, I saw some...

Even when I was young, Mom took me to the movie theatre,

and I said to myself: "That's not a job,

seems like too much fun to be work. That's what I'm going do."

When I was young was during the war.

I'd go to the cinema and watch the war newsreels,

I would have liked to have been a reporter back then

and follow up stories, travel and write.

Do you have time for yourself?

Time for myself...?

That's a good question, a very good question.

Ladies, if you please!

Alright, I'm going tell you our club schedule for the week.

So... Tuesday we've got our bingo.

Next, you all know Colette's house burnt down.

Yes.

So...

I prepared a little box that I'll leave at the back, and it's for...

it's for Colette and her family. So be generous.

Are you married?

Yes, I'm married...

But... my husband is gone.

Deep down in your heart, do you still feel married?

Yes.

I'll always be...

because he's the only man I ever loved.

I worshipped your father.

We had four beautiful children and...

I don't even know why your father left, I just don't know.

I don't even know if he's still alive,

and if he's alive, how is it he never comes to visit his children?

How is it he never visits you?

Explain that to me.

Perhaps he no longer loves me...

but what about you?

If something happens to me, what would become of my children?

I don't know. I don't know why he left, I don't know.

Oh, Marie, Marie, Marie... Thank God you're here!

Thank God, sweetheart.

I'm just a wax doll

A silly rag doll

My heart's engraved in my songs

Doll of wax, silly rag doll!

Am I better, am I worse

Than a fancy doll?

I see life through rose-coloured glasses

Doll of wax, silly rag doll!

My records are a mirror

In which all can see me

I'm everywhere at once

Shattered into a thousand voices!

All around me I hear the laughter of

The rag dolls

Those who dance to my songs

Doll of wax, silly rag doll!

They let their hearts be won over

For a yes or a no

Love is not just in songs

Doll of wax, silly rag doll!

Are the walnuts good?

Yeah.

I like'em better salted, but these are OK.

This where you come to have a beer when your shift's over?

Yeah, most of the time.

Those without a wife stay longer.

Quite a party, huh?

Yeah.

A big Christmas party!

Yeah, that's what I came for.

I saw you dancing earlier.

You were really jumping, huh?

We got the right to have a little fun, right?

- Absolutely. - There you are.

Here you go, darling!

What are your plans for the holidays?

Take care of my family... with the turkey the boss gave us.

A big turkey?

Yeah, pretty big.

You get one every Christmas?

Every Christmas.

Don't know how much it costs him, but we all get a turkey.

Did you dance when you were young?

- Me? - Yeah.

Sure, just look at me!

Yeah, still fit as a fiddle!

Is it the mine that keeps you in shape like that?

- The mine? - Yeah.

Let's not talk about the mine tonight.

- No mine talk tonight. - I'm here to have fun.

Yeah, we're here to have fun!

That's the ticket!

We're here to talk baseball!

You know as well as me that things in France are heating up

and that in the States, the Blacks and all that?

This ain't France.

This here is Abitibi. You think my father moved here so...

we'd worry our heads off about the French and Blacks of Africa?

My father told me that dreams are useless.

Dreams... What's there to dream about?

Christ, you're gonna end up underground. Do you dream under ground?

No, but when I watched you dance earlier, you were like Fred Astaire!

So I thought this guy must have once dreamed of being a dancer.

- You've got rhythm! - You bet.

Don't start me, man.

That's just what I'm trying to do!

Easy does it!

If I get the turkey from your pickup truck

will you dance with it?

It's pretty heavy.

Yeah, ain't easy dancing rock with a 14-pound turkey!

Yeah.

That's for sure.

C'mon, you slut!

Don't you think that by staying silent now it'll only explode later?

Because those who talk and talk, only make the revolution die out.

Talking about change is already changing things a little,

but in the end we do nothing.

Don't you think that by doing nothing...

What have you been reading?

Chanoine Groulx or the other crazy one, Aquin? What did you read?

C'mon, tell me!

I don't remember...

I'll talk about the revolution. Test me, c'mon!

I don't want to test anyone. But you said something about it.

I can't say if it's a true theory. I just want your opinion on it.

I told you.

I make up my own mind to do it or not.

In any case, if I don't do it, the bank's gonna take my house.

And I'll find myself naked and out in the street.

And what do I do once I'm in the street?

I'm glad to hear that, well said.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

Me too.

That's great, but now it's time to drink beer.

Go right ahead.

You bet, I work hard enough!

A supper that's a little late and suddenly he loses his temper.

Always remember that men too have their weaknesses.

OXO is the weakness of the strong.

Hello, my name's Réal V. Benoit.

I live at 302 rue de la Tulipe-Est in Rouen

and the song you're about to hear, I wrote at 2000-3000 feet underground

during lunchtime at the mine you see in back of me. Here is how it goes:

I no longer knew what to do with my skills,

My walls were covered with bills,

The priests were long gone to sea,

And even my fiancée dumped me,

I was really down in the dumps,

Said to myself "Despite all the bumps,

True freedom must exist somewhere."

I searched for years with prayer,

And did every round,

And here's the recipe I found:

Take yourself a fresh suicide,

Embalm and leave aside,

Season with a dozen weepers,

Then add four to six bearers,

Dig a hole deep though toilsome,

Place the corpse at the bottom

Now cover and let chill out,

And you'll see in no time flat,

As soon you've tasted ho-hum,

This can only be true...

freedom

WE REPAIR

This holiday season, "Blais Rentals - Moreau Electrique"

wish to thank clients and friends, as well as all their employees.

Miss Potato

It's not easy...

Ah, love...

What?

It's not easy. Love, life...

I'm thinking of dropping it all.

What?

The video.

No no, Michel.

You can't do that to me. Without you I'm lost.

You'll find someone else.

No, damn it!

You can't do that. I need you.

It's not working.

Goddam it!

The silent majority had spoken.

They would not be brainwashed by violence and intimidation.

It was made clear with politeness and subtlety,

that their project didn't interest anyone;

that greatness cannot emerge from mediocrity.

It's not foreigners, who believe they possess absolute truth,

who are going to come and tell us how to live in our own land.

And even less the young scatterbrains in our neighbourhood.

That's all it took for these heinous programmes to come to a dead halt.

Around the table, in our homes,

everyone agreed that this was no time for bickering

during this festive season.

When our dear mothers were making stuffed turkey, pies and croutons,

it would have been blasphemous to talk about a revolution.

And our great film director in all this?...

He had travelled across the world for nothing.

What had been his real objective?

We shall never know...

You have the blue-green eyes of dew-drop fields

You have the eyes of adventure and light-years

The softness of the breezes in the month of May

As they accompany my life that lies fallow

With the bird-warmth of your frightened body

I, who am made of timber and brushwood,

I, who rush headlong into the future

With my head held low, like a buffalo charging into fate

White water lilies rise up to your neck

To conjure my dark manitous

I, in whose eyes sky and ocean meet,

In reverberation of your faraway death

With that mark of yours of a stray deer

You'll come , in a halo of existence

Your mouth full of the freshness of grass

Your body ripened by forgotten gardens

Where your breasts have become spells

You rise, you are dawn in my arms,

Where you change like the seasons

I'll take you walking in a land of breaths

When all misery and excesses have ended

I want to make you love life, our life

To love you madly, from root to leaf and grave

Day after day, through nights and fords

Of cobblestones are our silent virtues,

Some day, I'll meet you once again, somewhere

My God!

My beautiful creature left its fur

here and there on the snow-white snow

I followed the tracks to the very end, the very end

to the hole in the ice

Where all vanishes

Ghost...

That's what inspires me.

Seriously,

I've got nothing against remote areas, but it's time to get out of here.

We should buy a goddam airplane! One with our names on it:

"Céline and Paul."

We'll go everywhere... Russia, drinking vodka...

I've got contacts in New York and a cowboy hat for when we get to Texas!

A hook caught deep in my soul

Romance at thirty below

I roam the waters, deep waters

But the current rises and never falters

And the monster of the lake

Once again chases for me to take,

Ghost...

Under the sheets, dancing in the dark

In the nights oh so dark, of January

When snow falls like a dove,

And love... is but a ghost