The Minister (French: L'Exercice de l'État) is a 2011 French drama film directed by Pierre Schöller. It premiered in the Un Certain Regard section at the 2011 Cannes Film Festival where it won the Un Certain Regard FIPRESCI Award.
Thierry Lhermitte (born 24 November 1952) is a French actor, known for his comedic roles. He was one of the founders of the comedy troupe Le Splendid in the 1970s, along with, among others, his high-school friends Christian Clavier, Gérard Jugnot, and Michel Blanc. That group adapted a number of its stage hits for the cinema, and scored major successes with films such as Les bronzés (1978), Les bronzés font du ski (1979) and Le Père Noël est une ordure (1982).
He has also had a successful career away from Le Splendid, particularly with the films Les ripoux (1984), La Totale! (1990; remade as True Lies with Arnold Schwarzenegger in Lhermitte's role) and Le Dîner de Cons (1998, with the late Jacques Villeret), among many others.
In 2010 he played the title role in the French remake of Doc Martin, Docteur Martin.
He was made Chevalier (Knight) of the Légion d'honneur in 2001. He was made Officier (Officer) of the Ordre national du Mérite in 2005.
He is the 2010 Big Brother Award receiver.
Nathaniel Hawthorne (born Nathaniel Hathorne; July 4, 1804 – May 19, 1864) was an American novelist and short story writer.
Nathaniel Hawthorne was born in 1804 in the city of Salem, Massachusetts to Nathaniel Hathorne and the former Elizabeth Clarke Manning. His ancestors include John Hathorne, the only judge involved in the Salem witch trials who never repented of his actions. Nathaniel later added a "w" to make his name "Hawthorne" in order to hide this relation. He entered Bowdoin College in 1821, was elected to Phi Beta Kappa in 1824, and graduated in 1825. Hawthorne anonymously published his first work, a novel titled Fanshawe, in 1828. He published several short stories in various periodicals which he collected in 1837 as Twice-Told Tales. The next year, he became engaged to Sophia Peabody. He worked at a Custom House and joined Brook Farm, a transcendentalist community, before marrying Peabody in 1842. The couple moved to The Old Manse in Concord, Massachusetts, later moving to Salem, the Berkshires, then to The Wayside in Concord. The Scarlet Letter was published in 1850, followed by a succession of other novels. A political appointment took Hawthorne and family to Europe before their return to The Wayside in 1860. Hawthorne died on May 19, 1864, and was survived by his wife and their three children.
Benjamin "Bibi" Netanyahu (Hebrew: בִּנְיָמִין "בִּיבִּי" נְתַנְיָהוּ (help·info); born 21 October 1949) is the current Prime Minister of Israel. He serves also as the Chairman of the Likud Party, as a Knesset member, as the Health Minister of Israel, as the Pensioner Affairs Minister of Israel and as the Economic Strategy Minister of Israel.
Netanyahu is the first Israeli prime minister born in Israel after the founding of the state. Netanyahu joined the Israeli Defense Forces during the 1967 Six-Day War, and became a team leader in the Sayeret Matkal special forces unit. He took part in many missions, including Operation Gift and Operation Isotope, during which he was shot in the shoulder. He fought on the front lines in the Yom Kippur War in 1973, taking part in special forces raids along the Suez Canal, and then leading a commando assault deep into Syrian territory. He achieved the rank of captain before being discharged. Netanyahu served as the Israeli ambassador to the United Nations from 1984 to 1988, member of the Likud Party, and was Prime Minister from June 1996 to July 1999.
Michael Tellinger is an author and songwriter who entered the South African music scene during the Apartheid years. His song "We come from Johannesburg" in 1986 was a nine-minute anti-apartheid epic. It was also the first Rap album to be released by a South African artist.[citation needed] The song was instantly banned due to its anti-government stance[citation needed]. Tellinger became a target of the regime: phone tapping, South African Police surveillance, several threats on his life, and other intimidatory tactics.[citation needed] The song was originally written by Michael Tellinger and Neil Johnson of Radio 702 fame in Los Angeles while living in exile. It was a response to Little Steven Van Zandt's "Sun City". Tellinger and Johnson wrote the rap epic to put on record a South African perspective on the situation in their country.
Tellinger released his first SA record in 1981, HAZEL, nominated for the SARIE award in that year as best male vocalist.[citation needed] Later in 1981 Tellinger played the part of Joseph in the opening of the State Theatre in Pretoria. The show toured with great success for 2 years.
Plot
On a snowy winter night in 1964, Dr. David Henry rushes his pregnant wife Norah to the hospital, where, with help from her husband and nurse Caroline Gill, she delivers their son Paul. However, Dr. Henry discovers that his wife was carrying twins, and helps her deliver the second child, a baby girl named Phoebe. Shortly after Phoebe's birth, he finds that she has Down Syndrome, and hands her over to Nurse Caroline, explaining that the death of his ill sister nearly destroyed their mother and he doesn't want Norah to go through that. Instead, he instructs Caroline to take Phoebe to a nearby institution for the mentally ill, figuring the child won't live much longer, and tells Norah that Phoebe was a stillborn. However, after visiting the institution and seeing the state of the other patients, Caroline takes the baby home with her, stopping along the way to buy formula and diapers. With help from a truck driver named Al, Caroline begins to raise the baby as her own, while Dr. Henry develops an obsession for photography after his wife gives him the gift of a Memory Keeper camera.
Keywords: 1960s, 1970s, 1980s, affair, art-show, based-on-novel, beach, broken-arm, camera, childbirth
Nora Henry: [burning the pictures from the darkroom and referring to David] Bastard! That bastard!
Plot
When Kelly and Michael decide to get married, they want to have an off-beat wedding without all the traditional glitz. But when their friends and Kelly's mother introduce them to the rules of engagement, a simple, intimate wedding becomes a huge production.
Beware the rules of engagement . . .
Plot
It is the early 60s in France. The remaining survivors of the aborted French Foreign Legion have made repeated attempts to kill DeGaulle. The result is that he is the most closely guarded man in the world. As a desperate act, they hire The Jackal, the code name for a hired killer who agrees to kill French President De Gaulle for half a million dollars. We watch his preparations which are so thorough we wonder how he could possibly fail even as we watch the French police attempt to pick up his trail. The situation is historically accurate. There were many such attempts and the film closely follows the plot of the book.
Keywords: 1960s, affair, animal-in-title, armed-robbery, assassin, assassination, assassination-attempt, assassination-plot, assumed-identity, bare-breasts
Fred Zinnemann's film of...
The Jackal spent 71 days, 56 minutes thinking a bullet into the brain of de Gaulle.
Nameless, faceless... relentlessly moving towards the date with death that would rock the world.
Lawyer: For heaven's sake, man, don't you realize you are going to be shot!::Bastien-Thiry: You don't understand. No French soldier will raise his rifle against me.::[He is shot by a firing squad the next day]
Col. Rodin: Will you do it?::The Jackal: Yes.::Montclair: How much?::The Jackal: You must understand that this is a once-in-a-lifetime job, whoever does it can never work again...::Montclair: How much do you want?::The Jackal: Half a million.::Montclair: What?::The Jackal: In cash. Half in advance, half on completion.::Montclair: Half a million francs?::The Jackal: Dollars.::Montclair: [standing up] Are you mad?::The Jackal: Considering you expect to get France in return, I'd have thought it a reasonable price. If you can't manage it, then there's nothing more to be said.::[turns to leave]::Col. Rodin: We accept!
Minister: There is one thing: how did you know whose telephone to tap?::Lebel: I didn't, so I tapped all of them.
Mallinson: The prime minister?::Insp. Thomas: The prime minster, sir. That he said if there's the remotest possibility of General de Gaulle's life being threatened by a person of these islands, then it is to be stopped. And he's given me full powers and top priority.::Mallinson: Is this some kind of bloody joke?::Insp. Thomas: No, of couse not, sir. I've got to drop whatever I'm doing, and I shall need six of your best men, straight away.::Mallinson: Where's the notification for all this? Where's the proper authority? [Telephone rings. Mallison answers]::Mallinson: Yes! [Mallison listens then rises]::Mallinson: Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Of course, sir.
Colette de Montpelier: Why, I don't know what you're talking about.::Lebel: Madam, be in no doubt as to the seriousness of your position. [Colette stands and moves uneasily to another chair]
Col. Rodin: We are not terrorists, you understand. We are patriots. Our duty is to the soldiers who died fighting in Algeria, and to the three million French citizens who have always lived there.::The Jackal: And so you want to get rid of him.::Col. Rodin: Speaking as a professional, do you think it's possible?::The Jackal: It's possible. The point is getting away with it. And speaking as a professional, that's a very important consideration.::Montclair: But in principle you say it could be done?::The Jackal: Yes, with enough time and planning. It would be more difficult than most other targets.::Casson: Why more?::The Jackal: Because de Gaulle has the best security service in the world. Their information is first-class. You see, gentlemen, not only have your own efforts failed, but you've rather queered the pitch for everyone else.::Casson: How dare you suggest that!::The Jackal: In this work, you simply can't afford to be emotional. That's why you've made so many mistakes.::Col. Rodin: But if we decided to employ a professional...::The Jackal: You have to employ a professional. Your organization is so riddled with informers that nothing you decide is a secret for long. No, the job would have to be done by an outsider. The only question would be by whom, and for how much.
Caron: You know, sir, what they'll do to you if you don't catch this man in time...::Lebel: I've been given a job to do, so we'll just have to do it.::Caron: But no crime has been committed yet, so where are we supposed to start looking for the criminal?::Lebel: We start by recognizing that, after De Gaulle, we are the two most powerful people in France.
Insp. Thomas: [after Special Branch Detective finds Charles Calthrop's passport in his apartment] What's this?::Special Branch Detective: His passport.::Insp. Thomas: Oh?::Special Branch Detective: We checked it. It's him, all right. Look. The Dominican visa. There's no exit stamp, though. He must have got out on the sly.::Insp. Thomas: You haven't grasped it yet, have you? Oh, yes, this is our man, all right. Definitely. But hasn't it occurred to you that we're holding his passport in our hands? If he is out of the country, what's he travelling on? Eh?
Lebel: Excuse me, but it has just occurred to me that we have forty-eight hours in which to find this Jackal::[There is a chorus of "What?" and "How do you know?" from the committee members]::Lebel: Am I right in assuming that the President has no engagements outside the Elysee Palace today, tomorrow and Saturday ?::Minister: None.::Lebel: And what is Sunday, August the twenty-fifth?::Minister: [Slaps forehead] Of course! Liberation Day!::Lebel: That's what he's been waiting for.::Minister: We must have been blind.
The Gunsmith: Over what range will you fire?::The Jackal: I'm not sure yet but probably not more than 400 feet::The Gunsmith: Will the gentleman be moving?::The Jackal: Stationary.::The Gunsmith: Will you go for a head shot or a chest shot?::The Jackal: Probably head.::The Gunsmith: What about the chance of a second shot?::The Jackal: Well I might get the chance but I doubt it. In any event I'll need a silencer to escape.::The Gunsmith: In that case you'd better have explosive bullets. I can prepare a handful along with the gun.::The Jackal: Glycerin or mercury?::The Gunsmith: Oh mercury... much cleaner.
Plot
Ione, a Spanish girl, is deemed and recognized among her circle of friends as a heartless flirt. One afternoon, while seated at the edge of a pond in her father's garden, she is startled by the reflection of a face in the water. It is the face of "Bandit Bob" in the woods, where she has just experienced the satisfaction of crushing another heart thrown at her feet. He displays the primitive instinct by carrying her off to his home on the hill, and there making her his wife, while she is still bewildered at having found a personality which expected submission instead of submitting. Later a love-making scene follows, and the story closes with the sheriff and "Bandit Bob" at peace and the little cabin blessed with a baby.
Plot
King Baggot plays a young minister with socialistic tendencies which are not liked by the elders of the church. He is very popular with the younger set. A poor young woman of the town is deserted by her unprincipled husband who destroys all record of their marriage. Their child soon dies and the minister calls to console the mother. Her reputation is considered shady by the townspeople. She starts to leave town, but falls exhausted outside the minister's home. He takes her in and gives her a home with himself and his mother. The elders object to this and the minister resigns. He takes up mission work in the slums and the woman goes with him. One night her husband returns drunk and shabby. He tries to rob a saloon and is pursued by saloonkeeper and police. He takes refuge in the mission. The minister persuades the pursuers to leave the man with him. The husband and wife meet, but she will have nothing to do with him. He makes a scene and accuses the minister of being in love with his wife. He then goes out into the storm and is killed by lightning. The new minister at the church proves unsatisfactory. The elders send for their old minister. He returns to his church on condition that they sanction his marriage to the woman he has helped.
Now there's no one left to vote for
And there's very rarely been
No more voices of the people
G (F#) Em
Who are not of the machine
And the giant public monster
Gathering summer's silent scream
Swearing blind he's not been seen
Hiding bones that everyone sees
[Chorus]:
And everybody knows
That everybody goes
G (F#) Em D
In - Sa - ne
The revolution's always over
The apocalypse is now
All hands are on the keyboard
Hardly any on the plough
The new government's the old one
Same old handbags at the helm
Lapsing back into religion
Letting voices overwhelm
[Chorus]
It got crazy on the frontline
Manning barricades to wait
On the motherboards of freedom
For the hordes of solid state
Long before the menu
Was having problems with the date
And the mice became the men
Far too late
[Chorus]
Now my church is in the dungeon
Down the fourteenth corridor
Virtual guards surround me
With electronic walls
We're at the level of playstation
Where the rich become the poor
On their bended knees they're praying
For more, so much more . .
[Chorus]
No there's no one left to vote for
Only fools to vote against
The refugees have all surrended
The perimeter's been fenced
Six billion dreamers are all banged up
By the screment of dough
And the new religion
of the W.T.O
[Chorus]
I have given up the memory
Of my years of dreaming on
To be as silent as I'm angry
About this trip through babylon
I feel the building of the final
Psyche of the snake
Make a killig every lunchtime
Sleep it off until I wake
Breathing, killing, seething, willing
Fighting, biting, hating, waiting for you
Don't you, won't you, don't lie
Give it, get it, live it, let it
Dedicated, nothing sacred for you
Don't you, won't you, I die
Wreak havoc, I'm crippled
Your polluted soul, is so corrupted
In your eyes, see all the lies
The alibis, That I despise
In your eyes, see all the lies
The alibis, That I despise
In your eyes, all the lies
Alibis, I despise
See the lies, spirit dies
Your disguise, Monster size
Breathing, killing, seething, willing
Fighting, biting, hating, waiting for you
I don't know why I try
Give it, get it, live it, let it
Dedicated, nothing sacred for you
I can't see you I'm blind
Wreak havoc, I'm crippled
Your polluted soul, is so corrupted
In your eyes, see all the lies
The alibis, That I despise
In your eyes, see all the lies
The alibis, That I despise
In your eyes, all the lies
Alibis, I despise
See the lies, spirit dies
Your disguise, Monster size
Wreak havoc, I'm crippled
Erasing, Refacing
So worthless, no mercy
The sky is growing dark, you should pack
Your bags and leave your children behind
I hear Egypt is nice this time of year
The shadows from outside are creeping in here
In dreams it seems you're lacking of the
The dreams you need to wake up
Just to run out of luck
Careful, the monster is 'round that corner
And he's waiting for blood tonight
He knows that you might fight back
Your eyes are growing dark
The windows to your soul are showing off
It's hard for me to say, "That's how I like it, baby"
The screaming from the cellar never helps
You're dreams they seem to leave you so alone
In dreams it seems you can't fight
But some weapons would be nice
Careful, the monster is down that hallway
Drooling over your tasty arm
He knows that you can't harm him ever
But he doesn't know
You've got an exorcism show
But he knows
Rot in hell
Rot in hell
You follow me and I follow you ,
blind man leads the other blind
man ,
You think I'm real and I think you are this one who'll
recover my life ,recover mine
We took too many chemicals at time ,too many
there were to many hypocritical news
seem
to see
dead
brain
projects
unreal film
laugh – if you can
you’ve got only one
thing
YOU'RE LIKE A STONE
YOU FOLLOW ME AND I FOLLOW YOU ,
BLIND MAN LEADS THE OTHER BLIND MAN ,
YOU THINK I'M REAL AND I THINK YOU ARE THIS ONE WHO'LL
RECOVER MY LIFE ,RECOVER MINE
WE TOOK TOO MANY CHEMICALS AT TIME ,TOO MANY
THERE WERE TO MANY HYPOCRITICAL NEWS
SO WHERE AM I ?