La Grande Ourse : La clé des possibles QUÉBEC Bande annonce originale du film. Disponible en DVD depuis le 4 août 2009. Un film à voir. La clé des possibles est l'adaptation cinématographique de la série télévisée très populaire du même nom, qui fut diffusée à la télévision de Radio-Canada de 2004 à 2006. Cette adaptation cinéma n'eut hélas pas le même succès. Résumé : Malgré lui, Louis-Bernard Lapointe ne peut échapper à son destin de sorcier. Cette fois, il doit sauver la vie d'Émile, son seul véritable ami qui est tombé dans les mains d'une macabre sorcière. Pour y parvenir, il doit trouver une clé légendaire qui permet d'ouvrir les portes des mondes parallèles. Mais afin de trouver cette clé, Lapointe doit entrer dans un labyrinthe et résoudre une mystérieuse et complexe énigme. Et le tout en seulement douze heures! ( moins )

Ses cheveux entremêlés, couleur de paille semi-brulé. Ail des bois au parfum exotique. Laisse moi faire de ton coeur ma marinade préférée. Où giguer à des temps modernes, Yolande Wong, je l'aiiiiiime ! Yolande Wong, viens à mon mariaaage. Yolande Wong, je t'aime Yolande Wong.(bis) T'as mis une bûche dans mon brasier, moi et mon coeur ti gibier. Pris dans un piège à ours blanc, comment écriter ce qu'est tapant. Où giguer à des temps modernes, Yolande Wong, je l'aiiiiiime ! Yolande Wong, viens à mon mariaaage. Yolande Wong, je t'aime Yolande Wong.(bis) J'ai jamais su où chu rendu, dit-elle entre guillements. Avec son odeur de bouquet, comment prévoir qu'elle me quitterait. Où giguer à des temps modernes, j'en oublie ta taille de sirène. Yolande Wong, viens à mon mariaaage. Yolande Wong, je t'aime Yolande Wong.(bis) Yolande Wong, viens à mon mariaaage. Yolande Wong, je t'aime Yolande Wong.(bis) Wong wong wong wong wong, wong wong wong wong wong, wong wong ... ( moins )

Un documentaire dressant le portrait de Tim Treadwell, un écologiste controversé et charismatique, et de sa compagne Amie Huguenard, qui trouvèrent tous deux la mort, mutilés par des ours dont ils assuraient la protectio ( moins )

We are the children you reject and disregard These aching cries come from the bottom of our hearts You can’t disown us now, we are your own flesh and blood We don’t disappear just because your eyes are shut, now tell me Love Loss Like a bullets path Tear Through The cavity of my chest Lights Out Because the fuse has blown As your castles crumble slowly We watch them fall The crown slips from heads unworthy As we take control This is the family that we crossed or never had This is a war that was lost the day that it began Because it’s the race we run, but it keeps us at the start It’s the song I sung from the bottom of heart, that’s how we Read You Like a polygraph Not One Single bone in your back Own Up To how you let us down As your castles crumble slowly We watch them fall The crown slips from heads unworthy As we take control Except for you and me, love Everyone is the same, we know But if too live, we have to be numb I’d rather know the pain, I’d rather know This happens almost never But it happened once to me And this will never be same The ends we seam together I’m not after fame and fortune I’m after you When I’ve served my time I swear I will come for you As your castles crumble slowly We watch them fall The crown slips from heads unworthy Right on to ours, but I’m after you… ( moins )

For the second time, the IAC would like to remind you all that it does not exist. The IAC is an illusion perpetuated through the usage of propaganda. It exists solely in your mind. Were it not for the tireless efforts of its creators, you would never have suspected its existence. We have perpetuated this illusion for one purpose: To reveal to you The Shadow. The Shadow is cast by our enemy. The Shadow is the negative, the inverted, the backwards and the dead. The IAC is the Shadow. The IAC is the reflection of everything we wish to rid the world of. If a group like the IAC existed, you should never join it. The IAC uses the same tools as the enemy. It mirrors the movements of the enemy. The IAC is The Shadow. Now, do you understand? All propaganda is coercive. All representation is false and hollow. Symbolic thought always fails. Even at its most outlandish, people will cling to it. We have no meaning. We have no illusions left to cling to. And so we cling to them all. We seek unity within the spectacle that is The Shadow. We feel connected to images, words and representations. We feel connected to dead things. All representation is lifeless. We can be connected to one another. We need not bow to a panda, a cross or a witch. They are all equally meaningless. We can be unified by our own unbearable existences in this dying world. Or we can be unified by our efforts to bring about a different world. In order to bring the world of your dreams, lovers, you must act. Act with purpose. Act with will. Act with love. The world outside, under the clouds, under the sun, is a world that is OURS. You are The Shadow. You sit. You watch. You believe. Trust nothing that you hear, especially what we say. We are obviously liars. Trust only those made of flesh and bone. Trust living human beings. Trust the ones you love. You are all that you need. Our work is nearly complete. Just know, dear comrades and friends, that the only law the creators of the IAC obey is love. It is all we have ever obeyed, and it is all we will ever obey. Congratulations, lovers, you have passed from intellect into action. Hope you are ready to take the jump. We will see you when we all get there. And the time is near... ( moins )

C’est dans le pays magique et un peu fantastique de Grundo que vivent Teddy Ruxpin, un ours gentil et ses amis Grubby le mille-pattes et Newton Gimmick, un éminent scientifique. Tous ensemble voyagent à bord d’un bateau volant à la recherche de cristaux merveilleux. ( moins )

Invitation à la commémoration de la Journée Nationale des Patriotes, la victoire des Patriotes sur les troupes anglaises à St-Denis. La journée commence par une messe à l'église de St-Denis qui est célébrée par André Beauchamp Un dîner des Patriotes est organisé par le Rassemblement pour un Pays Souverain à St-Ours. Réservations pour le dîner: Suzanne Lambert 514-722-2441, coût du billet $25. Les Lundis de l'Histoire se déroulent à la maison Ludger Duvernay, 82 rue Sherbrooke ouest, Montréal dans l'État du Québec. Captage d'images Gilles Bédard ( moins )

Sous la poussée de forces invisibles, la banquise se brise. Les boeufs musqués courbent l'échine sous le blizzard. Les caribous galopent par milliers dans la toundra. Les ours blancs se défient. Les baleines boréales défoncent la banquise. Le narval dresse hors de l'eau son incroyable dent torsadée. Du cœur de l'hiver au retour triomphal du soleil, un grand opéra sauvage sur le toit du monde, dans une nature immense et vierge où l'homme n'a pas sa place... La planète blanche ! Théâtre de luttes sans merci pour survivre. ( moins )

Hard Truth Soldier On The Rise... [Paris] Guerrillas in the mist The mainstream team with pro-black twist Hard truth soldiers in the game Hard truth soldiers back again P Dog, I evolve I drag pigs to the slaughter house, vut I never eat hog As the fed and the World Bank seesaw We keep y'all in deep awe cause we raw Like uncooked crack by the government Hit like a base rock, listen to the bass knock Free 'em in Jena, by any means they walk Let's see who ready to squeeze Givin power to the people and take back America Panic in the head of the state, pass the Derringer Aim and shoot, Beruit to Bay Area Bury a Homeland Security card carrier [Chorus: repeat 2X] Get up, get up, get up, get up Get up, get up, get up, get up Don't stop the movement! Don't stop it, don't stop it Don't stop it, don't stop it [Paris] Panther power, acid showers This land is ours, stand and shout it This plan to cower, isn't ours This man is proud, keep the scandalous out Now if it ain't what we about, it's irrelevant U.S. policy route? Embarrassin Never leavin you without, we got medicine And we never bend, we got better sense Hard truth revolutionary black militant Death to the Minutemen, checks to the immigrants Streets still feelin it, we still killin it We still slaughterin hawks, feed the innocent Read the imprint Guerrilla Funk was birthed outta necessity, collectively Respectively, to behead the beast On behalf of the left wing scared to speak, NOW GET UP~! [Chorus] [Paris - in background over Chorus] Yeah... hell yeah... that's right [Honorable Minister Louis Farrakhan] Something is WRONG! Wrong with the government in which we live Wrong with the leaders that lead us Wrong with us... and the way we respond, to our enemy and each other This nation is not about poor people! Whether they're black, brown, red, yellow or white This nation is about RICH people! And to hell with the weak, the poor, they must serve~! [Chorus] - overlaps Farrakhan's speech [added to Chorus] Don't stop it, don't stop it Don't stop it, don't stop it [Paris] Guerrilla on the loose Scars on my neck but I'm holdin on the noose Stars rock ice but they rollin like Roots Thugs on the mic but they all shine shoes See I don't care who you is or where you from You look like slaves and tricks when soldiers come And anybody disagree can get done Coons'll run, battle lines are drawn Take one for the U.S.A., the new Babylon Renegade nation formed to do battle on Man-made war for mind control, carried on Mainstream media platforms to rattle y'all But I can't be shook by the White House Never go the right route, that's the right route Bury me a 'G' for Guerrilla and I climb out With the nine out, no time for time out Get up! The people, united, will never be defeated!!!! ( moins )

So we all Are growing old And it's getting old Pressure on Our hollow bones and the varicose Suddenly We decompose But we're not alone So we all Are growing old Maybe we're sealed in silence And maybe we feel a guidance Maybe your own devices Will keep you afraid and cold But i Memorized Your smile lines From left to right Came to life And childlike Reaction time We're allowed To expire With ourselves in mind So we all Are growing old Pull out the fear of silence And put out the need for guidance And put out your own devices And don't be afraid of the cold And we sing, sing, sing. Fight, we fight, we fight. We cry, cry, we cry. We slide, slide, we slide into the light. Do we sing, fight, we cry? we slide, slide, we slide into the light. Maybe we're sealed in silence And maybe we feel a guidance Maybe your own devices Will keep you afraid and cold, well. Pull out the fear of silence Put out the need for guidance Put out your own devices And don't be afraid of the cold Afraid of the cold Afraid of the time You've got no where to go but here. ( moins )