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Double-sized final issue! As Homestead Station descends into chaos, Phoebe and Joao find themselves on the run from their many enemies. Secrets are revealed and loyalties are tested as the Titan War begins! The violent and bittersweet conclusion to the Titan saga!

In Shops: May 31, 2017

SRP: $6.99

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ARRIVAL (2016)

Starring Amy Adams, Jeremy Renner, Forest Whitaker, Michael Stuhlbarg, Mark O’Brien, Tzi Ma, Julia Scarlett Dan, Abigail Pniowsky, Jadyn Malone, Frank Schorpion, Lucas Chartier-Dessert, Christian Jadah, Lucy Van Oldenbarneveld, Andrew Shaver, Pat Kiely, Sonia Vigneault, Mark Camacho, Sabrina Reeves and Nathaly Thibault.

Screenplay by Eric Heisserer.

Directed by Denis Villeneuve.

Distributed by Paramount Pictures.  116 minutes.  Rated PG-13.

Once upon a time we weren’t always afraid of aliens. They weren’t always coming to blow up our national landmarks, turn us into pod people, or eat our brains.

There is a great history of science fiction films about other worlds reaching out to us just to share their knowledge with us or to become friends. Sure, we’ve always had scary movies about space invaders, but they used to be leavened by stuff in which the visitors turned out to be all right, like The Day the Earth Stood Still (the original, not the horrible Keanu Reeves remake), The Man Who Fell To Earth, Close Encounters of the Third Kind, ET: The Extraterrestrial and Contact.

Arrival remembers this kinder, gentler world, when aliens were not necessarily to be looked upon with the utmost of suspicion.  And even if we are suspicious, perhaps we should try to understand the visitors instead of pulling out the big guns first.

Arrival starts with a relatively common premise for this kind of film – 12 giant spaceships suddenly appear over different areas of the Earth, hovering in the air mysteriously.  As normal for this type of thing, the military is called right in to handle things.  However, in a nice retro look at the pre-Trump world, the military is actually competent and intelligent enough to call in specialists, scientists and linguists in order to try to communicate with the aliens and figure out what exactly they are doing here.

Hmmm… trying to find a way to negotiate.  It’s just crazy enough that it might work.

Amy Adams plays Louise, a linguist and interpreter brought in to try and figure out a language for which she has no base of knowledge.  Jeremy Renner is Ian, a scientist who believes that the connection can made through straight science.  She is communication and he is logic.  She is heart and he is mind.  Together they make a good team.

Of course, there are differing factions in the military, too. Forest Whitaker plays the Colonel in charge, who is open to finding a peaceful solution, but who is also very conscious of the dangers of waiting too long.  The opposite side is inhabited by Michael Stuhlbarg, as a military man who feels that a show of strength is the way to fix any problem.

Arrival is a nuanced, slightly surreal fable that seems particularly trenchant at this point in history.  In the end, Arrival is just what the world needs right now – a group of smart and dedicated people using calculation, intelligence and hard work to avoid global catastrophe.

In a world where intelligence is all too often overlooked or derided, it’s nice to see a movie that celebrates intellect and empathy.

Jay S. Jacobs

Copyright ©2017 PopEntertainment.com. All rights reserved. Posted: February 14, 2017.

J'ai pris le mot liberté
L'ai mis dans une bouteille
Puis j'ai fermé la bouteille
Et l'ai jetée à la mer
La mer a dû la jeter
Sur les flancs d'une falaise
Car pour le mot liberté
Je l'ai retrouvé à l'aise
Bien écrit en lettres d'or
Sur la proue d'un grand voilier.
—  L’apprenti sage. Gilles Vigneault

Présages.

Ouvrez les mots que je vous donne
Ils sont de coquille très mince
Ce ne sont point des mots de prince
A dure écorce et rien dedans

Ouvrez les mots de notre automne
Qui ne sont ni bouquet ni gerbe
Mais vous parleront de belle herbe
En la saison qui nous attend

Ouvrez le mot : mélancolie
Vous y trouverez mon attente
Pour les moments de loin de vous

Ouvrez les mots que l'âme oublie
Au jardin d’hiver et que hante
Le dernier cri du soleil roux

—  Balises. Gilles Vigneault
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Cent Jours de Montréal, Première Semaine

Je suis en train de vivre à Montréal pour l’été, et je vais aller faire un dessin d'un aspect la ville et ce peuple tous les jours. On vais trouver les croquis individuel sur mon Instagram, ici sur Tumblr je vais poster un petit collection chaque semaine.

100 Days in Montreal, Week One

I am living in Montreal over the summer, and I’ll be doing sketches of the city and its inhabitants daily and posting them on my Instagram. You can see them there every day, and I’ll post a week’s worth of sketches here on Tumblr at a time. 

Watch on laurentkarouby-blog.tumblr.com

Un grand moment… Le 13 août 1974 à Québec, Félix Leclerc, Gilles Vigneault et Robert Charlebois reprenaient cette magnifique chanson pacifiste de Raymond Lévesque de 1956.

Quand les hommes vivront d'amour
Il n'y aura plus de misère
Et commenceront les beaux jours
Mais nous, nous serons morts mon frère

Quand les hommes vivront d'amour
Ce sera la paix sur la Terre
Les soldats seront troubadours
Mais nous, nous serons morts mon frère

Dans la grande chaîne de la vie
Où il fallait que nous passions
Où il fallait que nous soyons
Nous aurons eu la mauvaise partie

Quand les hommes vivront d'amour
Il n'y aura plus de misère
Peut-être song'ront-ils un jour
A nous qui serons morts mon frère

Mais quand les hommes vivront d'amour
Qu'il n'y aura plus de misère
Peut-être song'ront-ils un jour
A nous qui serons morts mon frère

Nous qui aurons aux mauvais jours
Dans la haine et puis dans la guerre
Cherché la paix, cherché l'amour
Qu'ils connaîtront alors mon frère

Dans la grand’ chaîne de la vie
Pour qu'il y ait un meilleur temps
Il faut toujours quelques perdants
De la sagesse ici-bas c'est le prix

Quand les hommes vivront d'amour
Il n'y aura plus de misère
Et commenceront les beaux jours
Mais nous, nous serons morts mon frère

Quand les hommes vivront d'amour
Ce sera la paix sur la terre
Les soldats seront troubadours
Mais nous, nous serons morts mon frère

Paroles et Musique: Raymond Lévesque 1956  “Le rendez-vous” © Editions Eddy Barclay /Patricia / Semi