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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!

AD, the first foam-balanced detergent
to offer you a free towel!

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