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Ce vendredi 4 avril s'ouvre la 47e édition du Festival International du Film de Femmes de Créteil, qui met en lumière tous les ans le travail des femmes dans les corps de métier du cinéma : réalisatrices, actrices, techniciennes... Nous nous sommes réunies avec Jackie Buet, cofondatrice et directrice du festival, et Rose Hirgorom, programmatrice du festival.Cette interview a été enregistrée à distance, et présente donc un son légèrement altéré. Nous espérons tout de même qu'il vous plaira, et nous vous encourageons à donner beaucoup de force au festival !Animation, réalisation, montage, son : Mariana AgierParticipantes : Mariana Agier, Jackie Buet, Rose HirgoromGénérique : © SorocinéMusique : © Antonin Agier et Hugo CardonaHébergé par Ausha. Visitez ausha.co/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

En 1988, la mort suspecte d'un notable de la ville de Romont, dans un centre commercial sur le point d'ouvrir, secoue la Suisse romande. "L'affaire de la bière au cyanure" a connu moult soubresauts juridiques et soulève de nombreuses questions sur les preuves, la justice et les préjugés. Avec l'interview de Marc Boivin, juge au Tribunal cantonal fribourgeois, dont la famille était proche de la victime. Un épisode enregistré en public au FIFF, le Festival International du Film de Fribourg 2025.Distribué par Audiomeans. Visitez audiomeans.fr/politique-de-confidentialite pour plus d'informations.

With Erling Haaland and Martin Odegaard's Norway the biggest threat to Italy winning their FIFA 2026 World Cup qualifying group, many questions have been raised whether or not Italy risk missing out on another World Cup tournament should they finish second in the group.The Italian Football Podcast patron Michael H sends in a question wondering what Nima Tavallaey and Carlo Gargenese think about Azzurri's chances of qualifying for the World Cup under Luciano Spalletti.This is an extended clip from this weeks Q & A episode of The Italian Football Podcast available only to patrons on Patreon.com/TIFPTo send in your own questions and support The Italian Football Podcast simply become a member on Patreon.com/TIFP OR Spotify OR YouTube Memberships. Your support makes The Italian Football Podcast possible.Follow us: Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, YouTube Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

The Hoes and Bitches Need A Champion.Based on a post by FinalStand, in 13 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels. ‘Once you go Black, you don't go back; unless you are an Amerindian, Arabic, Asian, Black, Indian, Latina, or White girl, or guy who has tried Black, then found sexual fulfillment with a non-Black person and created a blissful relationship with them'Introduction:Right off the bat, be warned that I'm using the 'N' words, nigger, niggah, my niggah, plus homie, thug, coon, buck, spook, spade and whatever other crude racial slurs that come to mind. This story plays to both Black and White stereotypes.Lastly, this story is rather flippant with the entire concept of sexual assault. Those who have red my previous tales know this is not my attitude at all. For the sake of this genre I had to grapple with the concept of forcing a woman and 'making them love that cock'Prelude:My tale begins as the Winter Man Saga 1300 years ago, about the year 700 AD. One small clan of my Swedish ancestors lost a brutal feud with their neighbors. Their farms were burned, animals slaughtered and their women and children taken as slaves. Only three young brother-warriors survived, wounded but unconquered. The victors chased them high into the mountains when a terrible winter storm struck.The three brothers were trudging across a glacier between the mountain peaks in Whiteout conditions. The lead brother stepped into a crevasse and slid to the bottom of the glacier. Not giving up on their last kinsman, the other two slid down into the darkness after him. At the roots of that glacier they found an ice cavern formed by snow that fell 100,000 years ago.They melted the ice for water with their body heat and in doing so, unleashed a demoness (virus) that no man had ever known and survived. The three men grew very sick, but their fierce desire for vengeance kept them from succumbing. When they emerged from their icy tomb, they discovered that several of their pursuers had frozen to death in the blizzard and the rest had returned to their stolen homes and purloined lands, thinking the three brothers were dead.In the dark of the long northern night, they snuck upon the Great Hall of their enemies. When one of the brothers saw his 'former' wife doing a slave's work, he revealed himself to her. She rejoiced at the return of her love; physically, then brought the three table scraps to survive on. In the process, they learned that their sisters were also alive and the sexual playthings of their male nemeses.Due to the depth of winter, stealing back their womenfolk wasn't possible. They'd all freeze to death if they didn't starve first. To repay their enemy's wickedness, one of the brother's snapped and raped one of the chief's daughters. He was possessed with an unearthly desire and held her in a stable for hours. Only when he was utterly spent did he fall asleep.She ran to her father and returned with many warriors. So the first of the brothers was taken. He was tortured and abused. For three long nights he suffered at the hands of his captors yet refused to admit any of his other brothers were still alive. After that third night, the chief's daughter sneaked past the sleeping guards of the chained man, and raped him.For the next five nights, while her father, brothers and husband slept, she raped and raped and raped that brother. On the fifth night, a sister-in-law caught her at it. The daughter pled for the other to spare her; that the man's sexual prowess had ensnared her. She even challenged her kinswoman to sample the 'fruit' before turning her in. Five women later, the brother cracked and told the women how to find his brothers.The night after the Spring Equinox Celebrations, the women of their enemy rose up and slaughtered all their adult menfolk at the behest of the three brothers, on the conditions that their youngest sons be spared and that the men continue to share their favors with all the womenfolk (who were not their kin).The Sammi ClanThe isolated region of the land of the Swedes kept my ancestors out of contact with the wider world for some time. Many generations later, a son of that clan came to lead a band of (female) Finns. His Swedish name is forgotten. The Finns called him Sami (the Exalted One, no shit). He and this band took to fur trading along the Eastern tributaries of the Volga.In time, this group became identified with the Varangian. The Sons of Sami intermarried with the Slavs, becoming Slavicized and the Sons of Sami became Samsonovs. They followed the Rus expansion into the eastern tributaries of the Volga reaching Nizhny Novgorod in the 10th century.Then came the Mongol Conquest, the Tartar Yoke, Rus reunification and the Russian drive across Siberia. The Samsonovs remained tightly clannish and uncomfortable in urban settings. That wanderlust led them across the Bering Straits into Alaska where their genetic abnormality, the gift of that ancient demoness (virus), slumbered in isolation and monogamy.After a thousand years, the tales of mass orgies with strange women and protective female war bands faded into obscurity. Then my Mom, the brilliant, driven eccentric came along. Once she became enraptured with her own Samsonov lover, she had to know the secret of Samsonov men's sexual prowess.With her burning intellect and educational background, she eventually figured it out. She was also amoral enough to keep the knowledge to herself and vengeful enough to plan to use our curse as a weapon.My Living Family·         Father, Nikolay 'Nik' Samsonov;·         Mother, Gayle Fonteneau Samsonov;·         The Triplets, Alexander 'Alex', Mikhail and Vladimir 'Vlad'; that's me.Sitting at the dinner table, I protested; ‘Mom, You actually expect me to believe my Father, Brothers and I have the genetic capability to addict every woman we have sex with to our schlongs? That's nuts!'Mom retorted; ‘As opposed to thinking the color, length and girth of a phallus makes any woman lose all sense of loyalty, morality and decorum so she can become a man's sex sleeve, whore, bitch, property? Yes, I do.'The lives of my family took an unexpected detour in the spring of this year. My great-aunt Matilda (Mattie) died and willed her estate to Mom. I had never met the woman while she was alive yet in death she would have a profound effect on all our lives. Mom's family was a mess; a crowded dingy with a madhouse of odd characters.Lionel was my eldest maternal uncle. He was a Big, Bulging Brain working as a Chief Technical Advisor for NASA; a solitary crusader for all Mankind. What was he a technical advisor for? If anything left terra firma for more than fifteen seconds, he knew every detail about it. That included volcanic eruptions too. When we were younger, he invited us to various volcanoes (both above and beneath the waves). Great guy.Cassius, my second uncle, was serving time in Indonesia for piracy. Mom said he was meaner than every saltwater crocodile that ever lived. The two times I'd met him, he'd been a lean, happy laconic kind of guy with a love for military history. Mom said he was a charismatic rebel who was possessed by an obsession to defy authority in all its forms.Dido was child number three; my Mom's older sister, married to an Evangelical Televangelist in Nebraska under an assumed name, Paula Richmond. She also had a MD in Psychiatry and a Master's in Public Communications (under her real name), which she kept secret from the fundamentalist congregation. The few times we met; she was the perfect mother. Secretly, we three sons wished she'd been our mother instead of our real mother. Mom said Aunt Dido was a master manipulator and wielded a cruel whip;Then there was Mom's twin, Uncle Theo, who never lived in one place, traveled all around the globe and had every law enforcement agency in the civilized world looking for him. We always receiving presents from him during all the normal holidays; like Michaelmas, Holy Week, the start of Lent, Martinmas (his favorite) and our birthdays; which arrived at random, unrelated times of the year and never from the same location.He was the only one we'd never met, but the one Mom loved the most. Dad suspected he was a narco-trafficker while Mom insisted he was too paranoid to be considered reliable for that line of work. Mom told us he'd spent his formative years killing people for Uncle Sam until one day he simply walked away from Fort Bragg and became an independent contractor.The Defense Department sent some fine, brave men from Joint Special Operation Command, to talk to Mom every few months. They made sure not to trip over the CIA and Homeland Security types who occasionally staked out our house. We boys guessed they came around every time Uncle Theo assassinated people. Mom taught us how to appreciate them in an elaborate ritual she called 'April Fool's, which became an 'any day of the year' activity.My Mom's father (I never met the guy) was a leader of a cult in Nevada. He went down, guns blazing during a DEA raid. Apparently his interests included both harems and marijuana production.Mom's mom? She left my Mother outside a dive bar in San Diego and was never seen again. She had doctorates in Biology and Physics as well as the reputation for being a certifiable Space Cadet. Mom insisted her mom hadn't abandoned her, she'd simply forgotten where she left her youngest daughter who was 15 at the time.After five days, Mom decided to join an Alternative Rock band instead of looking for the lady yet again. Seven years later, she was declared legally dead; though all her offspring believed she was still alive; somewhere; doing something.Then you had Dad's family. We had some characters on that side of the family, just not like Mom's. For starters, Samsonovs were bred for law enforcement. We'd been arresting bad guys since the 1500's. We'd been doing that in Alaska since the time of the tsars. When the Alaskan Territory was sold to the United States; well, my ancestors simply started writing their reports in English instead of Russian.Over the centuries, we had bagged serial killers, smugglers, poachers, drug dealers, domestic abusers and thieves. Mostly they arrested drunks and wackos. My Great Grandfather Petrov was a law enforcement legend in Alaska. Alone, he ran down a pack of murderous robbers in the dead of winter before they made it to 'safety' in the Yukon Territory.In the spring, they found them frozen solid, him leading five men, he recorded in his journal he'd killed the other three while apprehending the gang, back in chains. That pretty much defined the nature of my Father's family, no too many stellar geniuses, but always relentless past all norms of endurance and reason. The moment females were allowed in law enforcement, the womenfolk joined the profession.My Aunt Iliana was in the Coast Guard, that made her the 'Black sheep' in this clan. Taking the law out to the high seas was about as wild as Dad's family got. Dad was pretty much the standard issue for my kin. Big, Dad was 6' 5' and 290 lbs., and about as imaginative as a glacier. Why Mom married Dad had long been a mystery to his sons.Don't get me wrong. I loved my Dad, but the man used a grand total of twenty different sentences his entire life. The fewer words he had to speak, the happier he was. He was a nice guy, never drinking too much and I'd never seen him lose his temper. He smiled, was unerringly polite and had always been helpful and playful with us kids from our earliest memories.Grandpa, my great-aunts and -uncles, my aunts, uncles and cousins by blood were the exact same way. I mean that quite literally. We all pretty much looked alike as well. Those who married, married eccentrics. In our regular family get-togethers that translated over to the blood kin in one room saying and doing nothing (we were already cluing into some sort of primitive telepathy) and being very happy that way, while the married relations were in another room packing on the lunacy.There was no middle ground; you were either a silent, brooding peak in the Samsonov mountain range, or the aurora borealis. That left me and my brothers, we were triplets, in a precarious position. We looked like smaller versions of our Dad (we were still growing) yet were totally at the mercy of our Mother most of our young lives. Recall what I said about eccentrics and lunatic behavior. Mom was the Queen of the Asylum.Mom quickly fell in love with 'things' and she loved doing those things with family. Since Dad worked long hours, family meant my brothers and me. We could make passable pottery by age seven. Krav Maga? Screw this 'driving to some dojo in Anchorage' crap. Mom signed us up for a two week course in Israel and online lessons for a year. Archery, check. Rewiring our house and refitting all the plumbing, check.The three of us were SCA squires at age 12. Pleading to Dad was pointless. He'd smile, mess up our hair and remind us these excursions made our Mother happy aka he wasn't going to help us have normal lives. We had some ex-Green Beret guys teach us outdoor survival skills in Wyoming. We could pull wool, make thread and knit a set of pants and sweaters.I and my brothers had to memorize 1200 medically useful plants before we could get our Christmas presents when we were 14. We free-climbed mountains, ran 10Kms, kayaked, were proficient seamen on a sailing ship and learned how to navigate by the Sun, Moon and stars. Around the age of 15, we figured out that Mom had a ton of money squirreled away. There was no way Dad, with his civil servant's salary, could afford all this crazy shit.By the age of 18 we had such a crazy patchwork set of skills, we weren't sure what we would end up doing with our lives; though tracking down Uncle Theo and living a life on the run was looking more attractive every month. What we didn't have were great social lives. We all had girlfriends at one time, or another, but they never lasted.Right before any of us were about to get serious with any girl in high school, my Mom dragged us off; to things like a five day course on Renaissance artwork in Milan; that's Italy. We had to learn to speak Italian in three days, plus during the flight over. Mom made it easy for us. We could only speak Italian the entire time. Doing that at school was 'fun'. Dad? He smiled and said nothing for three days.Welcome to the Fonteneau House, Kingston, ArkansasAnyway, Mom's Great-aunt Mattie kicked the bucket and left her vast fortune in northwestern Arkansas to my Mom. The old bird hated the rest of the nutjobs in the clan, but adored my Mom (and Theo). Upon receiving the news, my brothers and I began thinking the same thing: banjo lessons, redneck stunts and girls in Daisy Dukes. By 'fortune' we were thinking a ramshackle Ozark shack sitting on a mountain top.Nope. Great-aunt Mattie was loaded. In fact, Mom's whole family had tons of money. They'd made a killing, quite literally, during the White expansion westward using various despicable means. They'd even been cursed by an entire Indian Tribe for bilking them off their land. Mom's family blamed that malediction for their bizarre behavior.That Arkansas home was actually the summer residence for the Fonteneau clan from a hundred years ago. Along with the palatial residence came thousands upon thousands of acres spread over a quarter of the state (and some land in Texas, Missouri and Oklahoma too).Tara, or the Biltmore estate, it was not, but it certainly had pretensions. It was a wide and roomy, rambling Victorian structure. The house proper (there were two barns, a stable, storage sheds, two garages, one attached and the other stand-alone, semi-attached servant quarters and four outlying hunting lodges) abutted the Kingston town limits.The place was big enough to require Mom to employ six staff;Phineas Cobb the third, an angry, sullen old White guy and his carbon-copy son, Phineas IV, were our two Wardens. That meant they took care of the outlying property which included hunting down poachers, interlopers and moonshiners (the competition, no doubt) and seeing to the upkeep of the various lodges, roads, trails and bridges around the place. Phineas the third and Mom; well, he cried and hugged Mom when he saw her, so we didn't know what to think of him and his son.Bebe Marston worked the stables and the twelve horses therein. She was a college dropout, White and 21; a woman at one of life's crossroads. Great Aunt Mattie brought her on a few months before she passed on. Bebe was a bit shy and distant around the menfolk. Mom treated Bebe like her long lost daughter; they got along fine.Thomas Freeman was the groundskeeper. Thomas seemed nice enough, a polite and somewhat deferential older Black man. I liked him. Mom fired him the moment the lawyer finished reading Maggie's Will. She believed the man was a back-biter, liar and a thief.Kamika Perry was the cook. She was a largish, plump Black woman with a large family in town. She was a tyrant in the kitchen but friendly and out-going everywhere else. She knew Mom from before; before what, we didn't know. She was close to Mom's age and was the niece of the former cook. She and Mom were cordial yet a tad formal.Nefertiti Cooke was the upstairs maid. She was a whip-tin attractive Black woman in her late-20s and joined Thomas heading out the door. Mom discharged her due to Nefertiti's sour attitude and general unwillingness to adhere to a work schedule.Anita Turner was our downstairs maid and overall manager of the other servants. Like Kamika, she knew Mom from her previous stay at the house, though Anita was already part of the staff back then. They acted like old friends though they understood the mistress-servant dynamics of their relationship.Mom solved our labor shortage by bringing in Mexicans (Hondurans actually). The two families divided up the nine rooms in the detached servants' quarters with Bebe, since Anita and Kamika lived in town and the Cobb's had their own cottage somewhere on the property.Hector Martinez became our new groundskeeper. He had a wife, Maria. Mom enrolled her in some online college courses so she could get a teaching license. They were both pretty young.Consuela Castro was our new upstairs maid. She was a single mother with a son, Gustavo (10), and a daughter, Isabo (6); they went to the local elementary school in town. Both families were very nice to us and seemed happy with their current circumstance. Since this job was their first go at being domestic servants, Mom told us to be patient and respectful while they learned the ropes from Anita and Mr. Cobb (only Mom could call him Phineas without pissing him off).My brothers and I, our Father, the Martinez's and the Castro's couldn't have predicted the shit-storm Mom was creating between our house and the dominant Black populace of Kingston along the great racial divide. The Hondurans had spent half their lives learning to keep their heads low when faced with discrimination. We didn't, nor did we know that Mom was acting with deliberate malice of forethought at that time.To help appreciate our understanding of the situation, we triplets had known a grand total of four Black people well enough to call them by their Christian names our entire lives. One was a crazy, older guy who had been a sniper at some point in his military career. By crazy, I meant he'd go off on tangents in mid conversation, or just stopping entirely. We all liked the guy.He and Granddad Samsonov were real tight. They'd served together in Vietnam and we boys suspected something bad had happened to them both, something which scarred and bound them together closer than brothers. He and Alexander went hunting all the time back in Alaska. All I knew was Morris (Grandpa's comrade-in-arms) was treated like family.That meant if Morris got in trouble, fifteen to twenty Samsonov's would show up to bail him out. That's what family meant. The other two were a retired Air Force couple, Parker and Mariana Carrington plus their infant William, that had moved in next door (that's 40 yards away in Alaska) when I was fourteen. They were in their early thirties and wanted to start a family. The woman had been pregnant with her second child when we left.My Mom and another neighbor trundled her off to a clinic during her first birth. Dad had driven fifty miles in a blizzard to get her husband, so he could witness his firstborn come into the world. The man worked as a fishing boat mechanic and had gotten stuck at work when his wife went into early labor. It was the Alaskan way to look after one another.I never much thought about minorities. There were nearly as many Native Alaskans attending my schools as White folk. The Natives knew my family going back eight generations. I had a few cousins who were 'First Peoples'. Minority? Majority? We were Alaskans and that was that.Again, I didn't think much about there being a social and economic racial crevasse when I showed up in Kingston, Arkansas. I probably would have been totally blind-sided about it if Dad hadn't done his due diligence and went to the Kingston Police Station and Davis County Sheriff's Office to report his status as an Alaskan State Trooper and register his firearms.Since we didn't know what to look for, we missed the obvious signs of trouble. The Black police officer that Dad talked to was; impolite. He informed Dad there would be no 'courtesy' given despite Dad's professionalism, i.e. he wasn't permitted to carry any of his licensed firearms. The Sheriff's department was very different.We met the Sheriff and the man got Dad to be about as verbose as I'd ever seen him. The Sheriff verified Dad's story, gave him a 90 Day permit for his sidearm and told him to make no never mind over the Town cops' hostility. He certainly seemed pleased Dad had three big, strong, strapping boys and gave Dad an application to join his department.That night, Dad informed us all at the dining room table he was considering the Sheriff's job offer. Mom was secretly pleased (like her sister, she IS an evil mastermind and master manipulator). Anita, Bebe and Kamika were eating with us as well, Mom insisted all the help do so (the Hondurans weren't with us yet), and I detected a hint of worry in their posture. I would have thought 'us' staying in the house, thus their continued employment, would be seen as a good thing.Welcome To Kingston.That night, over some late night cocoa, Mom gave the family the regional 4-1-1. Kingston was 75% Black, 20% White and 5% other. The rest of Davis County was 95% White and 5% Black and other. In Kingston, the Blacks ruled the town. All elected officials and police officers were Black. The Sheriff's department had a few Black officers, but was mostly White.It would have been all White except a combined lawsuit by Southern Poverty Law Center and N Double A CP, forced the County to 'integrate'. I asked the logical question: why hadn't the town been forced to integrate too? Mom told me that wasn't how things worked in the Lower 48. Here, Blacks couldn't discriminate; they could only be discriminated against.The Federal government said so. I was sensing shades of Uncle Theo in Mom's blanket assessment of things. My brothers and I were wrong. Mom was right. We were entering White Man's Hell aka Big Black Cock Country. Of course, Mom wasn't sadistic, or masochistic. She had a tidbit of knowledge no one this side of British Columbia was aware of, a Secret Weapon.Dad applied for and got the job of Senior Deputy, which riled some of the other (read: Black) deputies, but Dad's extensive experience and easy-going manner eased his entry into the unit. Mom remained Mom, an unconventional, beautiful, free-spirited kook. She made no effort to make friends. I was the boldest of the triplets so I asked her why.‘Do you know how your Father's family would rather hack of a hand than go back on their word?' she gazed at me intently. I nodded. When she said 'Father' instead of 'Dad', this was our cue that this was a Major Life lesson we had best memorize. ‘These people aren't like that. They will take that which is not theirs, break trusts, sully families and lie to your face.'‘These women are all bold-faced whores, cock-hungry tramps and sluts who get abortions because they don't know what color the daddy is. The males are either the kind of men who would sleep with those kinds of women, or gutless wonders who won't fight for their rights as boyfriends, brothers, fathers, fiancés and spouses.'‘This is a colored thing, right?' I guessed. I wanted to be wrong.‘Got it in one,' Mom patted me on the shoulder. ‘Most White men in town are spineless wimps, Black men jump on whatever cunt they can crack open and women of either color put up with it, even beg for it. I know because I was once like them.'‘You and Dad?' I worried. Mom gave a deep, hearty laugh.‘That is not going to be a problem, I promise you. The only man for me is your Father,' she smiled. ‘I had plenty of lovers before your Dad. Since one month after I met him, I've never been with another man, or woman, or even wanted one.' More than I wanted to know, but good news none the less.While we were moving in the small amount of belongs that had followed us from Arkansas, two Kingston cops stopped by to see what we were doing. I had spent my entire life around law enforcement who knew about me and my clan. They were always friends and people we could trust. Kingston PD was a rude awakening we weren't in Alaska anymore.They were brusque and intimidating. Their real purpose was to remind my family the house was part of the town, even if the back acreage was not. Mom snorted at their pale deception. She asked to see their warrant. They asked if there was some reason they might need one. Mom politely asked them to leave as they were trespassing.They basked in their defiance. What could Mom really do? If she went all redneck and produced a gun, they'd lock her up, pointing weapons at law enforcement was stupid. Sadly for the cops, familiarity breeds understanding too. Mom gave us the April Fools' signal. Alexander, our oldest triplet, moved the cargo truck so it blocked the officers' view of their patrol car.While Mom looked peeved, feeding the Black cops sense of empowerment, my youngest triplet Mikhail and I (Vladimir) stripped their car of all easily removable parts; the dash-cam went first. They wanted to loiter around on our property? We let them behave stupidly. We dumped the parts and our work gloves in a packing box and carried it right past them.We walked straight out the back too. There was a burning barrel which we made prompt use of, for the oily gloves and box. We had spares. Mikhail tended the fire as I picked up a broken cinder block, a heavy-duty trash bag and walked a few hundred yards to the bog near the creek that ran through our property, county land. The bag and contents went into the bog.I used a branch to make sure it sunk deep before returning. Cleaning off my boots with the outdoor hose completed my destruction of evidence. Ten minutes later a member of the Arkansas Highway Patrol stopped by to see what the problem was. Mom had called them before the sabotage had even begun. She didn't know these two personally, but she knew from earlier visits to her aunt that these two were going to give us 'attitude'.Calling the Sheriff's Department would only cause a standoff where the police had the upper hand, the whole town jurisdiction thing. By the time the HP arrived, Alexander had left with the truck so when the Highway Patrolman began expressing concern for my Mom's civil rights, the two buck butt-bandits made to leave. That didn't work out well for them.First came the circus of the discovery they were missing key parts of their vehicle and the lack of an explanation of how that had happened. Mom wouldn't let the town cops search her place. She happily let the Highway Patrolman (who happened to be Black too) look around. We'd used the hose and the burning barrel because moving was nasty, sweaty work, especially in the Arkansas summer heat.The two policemen blamed us, the triplets. Mom asked them when, in the cops thirty minute trespass, had her 'little angels' stolen the parts, why we would do such a criminal thing, and if they knew where the parts might be. The Highway patrolman was kind of curious about the length of their stay as well.The cops lied, Mom went inside and brought back the camcorder that had taken in the entire event. They were caught in the lie and all they could claim was the cargo truck had been strategically placed to block a visual to their car; as we unloaded our truck. Mom even got the Highway Patrolman to co-sign her complaint to the Arkansas State Police Criminal Investigations department.Mom knew this one wouldn't go anywhere. She had lived with cops long enough to know the value of building up a case file. Alexander was off returning the truck in another county, so he was safe. Mom called him and Dad so they could hook up before Alexander came home. She counted on the cops to be petty and they were.Alexander was on a motorcycle. When he got pulled, the city cops pulled in front of him. Dad stopped as well. Despite their continuing pressure to make Dad leave, they had no legal grounds to do so, he was Alexander's father, who would be responsible for Alex's ride if they took him into custody. Being an off-duty sheriff's deputy wasn't good enough, yet Dad's point was telling.Cops always pull up behind a suspect, not ahead of them unless they want to ignore the dash-cam evidence. Dad had pulled up in his Sheriff's vehicle behind Alexander and his dash-cam was recording everything. They let Alexander off with a Warning Ticket and departed giving father and son dirty looks. School was five days off. We checked out the property for two days. The third morning my brothers and I, on motorcycles, decided to explore Kingston.Having never before confronted such blatant racism, we weren't afraid, we were furious. We hadn't done anything to anybody. We were from Alaskan-Russian stock and had never owned a person ever, as far as we knew. We certainly weren't invested in this whole 'Black slavery, White guilt' issue. Those who gave us attitude about 'White privilege' didn't care for our counter, that saying all White people were alike was equally racist.As Mom had warned us, Black people couldn't be racist; just ask them. Mind you, many of the town's Black residents were friendly and helpful. They just weren't friendly enough to defend us from the 'haters'. At the end of the first day, Mikhail nearly got in a fight with five members of the Black post-high school crowd who were fucking with, and sitting on, our bikes.Where we came from, that was rude in the extreme. When he appeared to be alone, they were boisterous enough. When Alexander and I stepped out of the pool hall (we'd been made unwelcome there), they backed off from their threatening rhetoric. They still wouldn't leave, or get off our bikes. The three versus five odds didn't deter us.It was the lack of faith in the local justice system that encouraged Alexander and me to hold Mikhail back. We had an answer to their intransience, crowding. It takes a great deal of cool to have three guys, all over six feet tall and 220 lbs. lean in on you while you are sitting down. When the current bastard was dealt with, we moved to the next. Before the group could figure a way to thwart us, we had retrieved our bikes and were headed home.The next day, we took Mom's 2012 Shelby V8 Mustang out for a drive. We found the three spots in town the 'White folk' hung out in. We had the Country Western Redneck posse' section of town, pseudo-riche Southerner clique downtown region, and the movie theater (theoretically neutral turf). The saner White middle class had departed for safer pastures, they had established their own municipality a few miles outside of town).The rednecks welcomed our physicality. We were attempting to fit in until they began talking about all those damn 'niggahs'. Alexander broke down after a bit and asked what a 'niggah' was. It was a 'coon'. Since that was of no help, we asked what a 'coon' was.The regulars found our naiveté amusing. It took us three minutes of running a verbal obstacle course to piece together that 'niggahs' was their inbred pronunciation of 'niggers' (a term we knew from TV and movies) which was idiot slang for a Black person. We were 'crackahs', idiot slang for crackers aka White people. Hispanics were 'beeners'; yeah, right.We also learned that the favorite activities for teenage rednecks was knocking over mailboxes as they sped down the road, beating up White girls who sucked Black cock and beating up 'niggahs' who touched White girls. My analysis was that these yahoos were long on talk and short on action.I wasn't a fashion icon yet I could tell these boys could use a bath and some fresh clothes. The girls who hung around this crowd looked about as loyal as salmon during spawning season. At 18, we were hardly experienced, but we weren't desperate virgins either. Girls we had just been introduced to, flirting with us and suggesting later sexual rendezvouses were a definite turn-off because God knows who else they'd been doing it with.That led us to the riche clique. Among the guys; half were snobbish closet gays who weren't our thing. The other half were rich straight guys pretending to be rednecks. Rich White girls pretended to be friends with the rich Black girls. They were used to being pampered by their rich White boyfriends while eyeing every Black stud that crossed their path.Until they realized Samsonov = Fonteneau, they were snide. After that, they tried to convince us we were all (distantly) related. Bloodlines and riches were not the basis for what we called friends so we politely postponed any celebrations.The Cineplex was a hunting ground for all ages. White women I was pretty sure were married to someone else engaged in sexual liaisons with Blacks; be they teens, business types, or lay-abouts. We had no idea if these were random hook-ups, or affairs and we didn't really care.Having wasted nine hours of our lives we definitely wanted back, we ended up rendezvousing with Mom and Dad at his boss's, the Sheriff's, place. Whatever else he was, Robert ‘Big Bob' Carson wasn't an underpaid county employee. His home was nice, expansive, relatively new and sitting on four wonderful acres of land, half woodland/half professionally maintained lawn and gardens. He had an expansive deck with a built-in grill, hot tub and pool out back.My brothers and I had been under the impression this would be an office outing. It ended up being our two families; the five of us, Big Bob and his daughter, Brandy Crystal Carson. There was no Mamma Carson in sight and a lack of family pictures was noticed by us and our Mom. Dad and Bob (it was tough to call him Big Bob when Dad was bigger than he was) were deep in conversation at the outdoor grill when I arrived.‘Vlad, come out here,' my Dad called to me in his easy going manner.‘Brandy!' Bob shouted. I promptly showed up. Dad wasn't a passionate disciplinarian. I didn't hustle out of fear. I hurried out because I wanted my Dad to look good in front of the Sheriff. ‘Hello Vlad,' Big Bob greeted me. ‘You are a strapping lad, big like your Daddy.'That was a bit odd. I had only heard one person call my Father 'Daddy'. That was my Mom when she was feeling frisky. Mom walked around the house naked when the mood struck her (even when we had guests over) and had few compunctions about hopping into Dad's lap when she wanted attention. That was a common enough occurrence that 'us' boys had learned to sneak out of the room quietly before we were ten.Only in the last two years had we figured out part of Mom's bizarre sexual behavior was caused by Dad being utterly clueless where women were concerned. He could spot a shoplifter at a glance, or an expired car registration at fifty feet on a moonless night. I had seen a car saleswoman hit on Dad when he was getting his newest pick-up. She did everything but flash her tits and do a striptease; it all went right over Dad's head.‘Brandy! Get your ass down here!' Bob bellowed. She must have been most of the way to us because she materialized five seconds later.‘Yes Daddy,' Brandy sounded bored. I was too busy gawking to see Big Bob's reaction to his daughter's insolence.Brandy was beyond gorgeous (according to my personal standards). She had pale-blonde hair in a ponytail that clearly went past her shoulder blades. Her caramel skin was the beneficiary of countless sessions with a tanning booth. Her eyes were the darkest blue I'd ever seen. Breasts, Jesus, they were large and firm. I could tell that because she had on a pink crop-top and no bra. I could almost see the bottoms of each orb.Her stomach was muscled with a thin layer of fatty tissue to give her real womanly curves and she had curves to spare. Her waist was narrow and her hips were wide, complimenting her breast size. She had on super-short, cut-off, 'faded-almost-to-White' denim jeans that accentuated her dark skin. Her ass was to die for. A bit big but well-muscled, each a perfect hemisphere.Her thighs and calves were the product of consistent exercise. Hot, hot, hot. She had on white tennis socks (no shoes) that finished off her delectable image.‘Brandy, this is Vladimir, Senior Deputy Samsonov's son. He's going to be your boyfriend this year,' Bob announced. I had a feeling this wasn't open for debate, in his mind.‘What!' Brandy squawked.‘What?' I looked to my Dad.‘What the fuck?' Brandy turned and glared at me. I would have enjoyed her breasts bouncing more if I hadn't been eyeballing my patriarch.‘Dad?' I kept my voice calm. Brandy was fantastic looking, but I didn't want anyone dictating my social life, period. I was eighteen. Besides, Brandy was turning out to have a far less appealing personality, Pretty Princess syndrome.‘Brandy, Vladimir's a nice boy. His father is 'good people',' Bob laid out his case.How did he know I was a good boy? He was taking a lot on faith.‘I don't want to date this loser,' Brandy shouted. 'Loser'? She didn't knew me either.‘If you don't keep Vlad as your boyfriend, then no cheerleading and no dance team,' Bob glared at his daughter. This clash of wills made no sense to me.‘No way!' Brandy glanced back at her Dad, protested loudly and stomped her foot on the wooden deck.‘Well then, you need to be home at 3:20 pm every school day,' Bob threatened. ‘And I'll make sure to check up on you.' Before I could wonder about Big Bob's abuse of power, I noted the state of the art security system, cyber-nanny.Brandy turned on me in a furor. Her face was screwed up with anger, her fists were clenched and I was working double-time to not ogle the cleave she enhanced by leaning forward. Man, she hated me for reasons I couldn't fathom. I disgusted her which I didn't get either. Plenty of non-relative women had called me good-looking and handsome.I had a healthy, well-defined physique, nice thick, blonde hair and the common sense to keep my body and clothes clean and casual. My only downside I'd ever been told about was my size, I was tall for my age and 'cut'. Brandy was 5' 4'. I was 6' 2'. I had stormy grey eyes, light blonde hair the color of wheat and skin spared the ravages of acne.‘Brandy, I am as uncomfortable and surprised about this as you are,' I tried to placate her. ‘Do you want to talk about it?' She forced herself to appear calm.‘Fine Victor,' she grumbled. Worse than getting my name wrong was the look of viciousness that glimmered in her eyes. ‘We'll make Daddy happy and be a cookie-cutter couple.'‘Dad?' I tried to exit this fiasco with some decorum.‘You'll do fine son,' he responded. That wasn't helpful.‘I'll see you Monday morning, Victor,' Brandy snidely mocked me before leaving. I turned to follow her thunderous retreat.Running after her would have felt pathetic so my sedate pursuit meant she put some distance between us. She ran right into Mom, who grabbed her arm.‘I'm warning you right now,' Mom hissed. ‘Don't have sex with any of my sons.'‘That won't be a problem,' Brandy snorted. I was filth in her mind

Quels problèmes pose cette reconstitution par Ryan Murphy de l' « affaire des frères Menendez » ? Quelle escroquerie à grande échelle raconte le documentaire « Dirty Pop » et pourquoi y a-t-il une résonnance avec l'affaire P Diddy ? Quels rendez-vous non négligeables propose le FIFF qui démarre ce vendredi à Namur ? Les découvertes musicales : - The Last Dinner Party — Army Dreamers - Hinds - Hi, How Are You - Daan – WORK - Christian Löffler - A Life Merci pour votre écoute La semaine des 5 Heures, c'est également en direct tous les jours de la semaine de 19h à 20h00 sur www.rtbf.be/lapremiere Retrouvez tous les épisodes de La semaine des 5 Heures avec les choix musicaux de Rudy dans leur intégralité sur notre plateforme Auvio.be : https://auvio.rtbf.be/emission/1451 Et si vous avez apprécié ce podcast, n'hésitez pas à nous donner des étoiles ou des commentaires, cela nous aide à le faire connaître plus largement.

Blackbird blackbird blackberry, trois prix du cinema suisse Day Tripper, grand vainqueur du FIFF, lui-même gagnant Johan Rohr, lʹinconnu aux 15 milliards dʹécoutes

Le Festival du film de Fribourg consacre cette année une large section aux films traitant de hip-hop, à lʹoccasion des 50 ans du genre né dans le Bronx new-yorkais et célébré en août 2023. Un panachage entre œuvres classiques et contemporaines, séries et documentaires. Une chronique d'Olivier Horner.

LE DOSSIER : Evoquer le cyberharcèlement dans un film, c'était le pari de la réalisatrice Nora El Hourch. Pari réussi puisque "HLM Pussy" a remporté le Prix du Jury Junior au récent Fiff, et sera présenté ce soir dans le cadre du Cinemamed. https://www.cinemamed.be/ Merci pour votre écoute Tendances Première, c'est également en direct tous les jours de la semaine de 10h à 11h30 sur www.rtbf.be/lapremiere Retrouvez tous les épisodes de Tendances Première sur notre plateforme Auvio.be : https://auvio.rtbf.be/emission/11090 Et si vous avez apprécié ce podcast, n'hésitez pas à nous donner des étoiles ou des commentaires, cela nous aide à le faire connaître plus largement.

Comment la jeune réalisatrice Eva Domenach – en interview dans l'émission – a-t-elle convaincu Catherine Deneuve d'incarner l'épouse de Jacques Chirac ? Dans quel film récent a-t-on découvert les jolies chansons de Morgan Harper-Jones ? Quelle nouvelle version d'un de ses morceaux-phares propose Zaho de Sagazan ? Quelle est l'idée initiatrice de « Dogman », le film qui marque le retour de Luc Besson ? Sur quel label sort « Autumn Variations », le nouvel album d'Ed Sheeran ? Qui sont les invités fidèles du FIFF cette semaine ? Qu'a imaginé Daft Punk pour célébrer à nouveau son album « Random Access Memories » ? Toutes les réponses sont dans « La semaine des 5 heures » de ce lundi 2 octobre.

Pourquoi son film « The wonderful story of Henry Sugar » est-il une belle approche de l'œuvre de l'écrivain britannique ? Quel nouveau projet musical propose Trevor Horn, le légendaire producteur des années 80 ? Quelle nouveauté propose un producteur de la nouvelle génération, Johnny Jewel, véritable touche-à-tout ? Comment Gael Garcia Bernal incarne-t-il un étonnant lutteur mexicain dans « Cassandro » ? Dans la nombreuse progéniture de Bob Marley, que chante son fils Stephen ? Quels sont les points forts du FIFF qui démarre à Namur ce vendredi ? Après une apparition remarquée à l'Eurovision, où pourra-t-on voir Holly Johnson sur scène ?

Cette année, nous avons été fièrement partenaires de la 45e édition du Festival international du film de femmes de Créteil, qui oeuvre depuis 1979 à la représentation des femmes dans tous les corps de métiers du cinéma. Pour cette occasion, nous avons rencontré la fondatrice et directrice du festival Jackie Buet, et la programmatrice Laurence Reymond, pour une discussion passionnante sur la création et l'évolution du festival et la place conquise par les femmes dans le secteur cinématographique. Bonne écoute ! Participantes : Mariana Agier, Jackie Buet, Laurence Reymond Réalisation, animation, montage, son : Mariana Agier Générique : (c) Sorociné Musique : (c) Antonin Agier Retrouvez toute l'actualité de Sorociné sur nos réseaux sociaux, Twitter, Facebook et Instagram : @Sorociné Si l'épisode vous a plu, n'hésitez pas à liker et à le partager

La réalisatrice, scénariste et actrice Agnès Jaoui était l'invitée de la 45ème édition du Festival de Films de femmes de Créteil de 2023. À cette occasion, elle a sélectionné 5 films, qui parlent d'amitié et d'amour, de la place des femmes dans la société, de la construction des identités et de la condition d'actrice. Rencontrée lors du FIFF, Agnès Jaoui nous a raconté comment elle a choisi les films de sa carte blanche, dans la lignée de la thématique du Festival, la fabrique de l'émancipation. Au programme de cet épisode : Pourquoi pas !, de Coline Serreau (1977) Sois-belle et tais-toi, de Delphine Seyrig (1981) À mon âge, je me cache encore pour fumer, de Rayhana Obermeyer (2017) Mi vida sin mi, d'Isabel Coixet (2003) Au bout du conte, d'Agnès Jaoui (2013) Invitée : Agnès Jaoui, cinéaste, invitée d'honneur du FIFF 2023 Cet épisode est réalisé en partenariat avec le Festival international de Films de Femmes de Créteil qui continue hors-les-murs en région parisienne du 16 avril au 21 juin. Afin de célébrer les 45 ans du festival, le FIFF propose, en partenariat avec la plateforme FESTIVAL SCOPE, partenaire du Festival, dix longs métrages accessibles en ligne : Outrage, d'Ida Lupino, Les Fruits du paradis de Věra Chytilova, La Fiancée du pirate de Nelly Kaplan, Mon XXe siècle d'Ildiko Enyedi, La Ciénaga de Lucrécia Martel, Thème je de Françoise Romand, Dans un océan d'images de Helen Doyle, Les Bureaux de Dieu de Claire Simon, et L'Ombre de Staline d'Agnieszka Holland. Photo de la couverture et de la miniature : © Oxana Semenova

Quel tube improbable reprend aujourd'hui Salvatore Adamo ? Le film belge « Les huit montagnes » méritait-il le Prix du Jury du dernier festival de Cannes ? Quel nouveau titre de Pierre de Maere annonce-t-il son premier album ? Pourquoi le film « Sous les figues » a-t-il été remarqué au FIFF et au Cinémed ? Rogers Waters est-il mort ? Comment Robbie Williams fête-t-il le 25ème anniversaire de son premier album ? Quelle jeune actrice crève l'écran dans « Stella est amoureuse » ? Toutes ces questions trouvent leurs réponses dans « La semaine des 5 heures » de ce lundi 12 décembre

"Le Classico" de Sébastien Ministru : "Les Hauts de Hurlevent" d'Emily Brontë. Depuis son arrivée chez les Earnshaw, qui l'ont adopté, Heathcliff, enfant abandonné, semble attirer le malheur sur la maisonnée. Hindley, l'aîné, l'a pris spontanément en grippe. Et tandis que l'orphelin s'est épris de sa sœur Catherine, celle-ci décide de quitter les Hauts de Hurlevent pour se marier, dans l'espoir qu'elle pourra soustraire le malheureux aux colères de son frère aîné... Au comble du tourment, Heathcliff s'enfuit. Mais il reviendra accomplir sa vengeance... L'unique roman d'Emily Bronte¨, publié en 1847 sous pseudonyme, se présente comme la chronique d'un amour contrarié. Au climat passionnel qui ravage ses personnages, répondent les paysages de lande balayés par les vents, emblématiques de ce chef-d'œuvre de la littérature anglaise. L'acteur français Damien Bonnard pour le film "Le sixième enfant" de Léopold Legrand, sorti hier. Franck, ferrailleur, et Meriem ont cinq enfants, un sixième en route, et de sérieux problèmes d'argent. Julien et Anna sont avocats et n'arrivent pas à avoir d'enfant. C'est l'histoire d'un impensable arrangement. Jean-Baptiste de Panafieu pour sa BD "Évolution : Darwin, Dieu et les hommes-chevaux" (Dargaud). Des comédiens montent une pièce de théâtre sur l'évolution darwinienne et ses prolongements politiques (darwinisme social, eugénisme, transhumanisme). Ils sont rapidement confrontés à une secte créationniste qui veut l'interdire, ainsi qu'à un riche transhumaniste qui souhaite promouvoir sa doctrine. Après Extinctions, Alexandre Franc et Jean-Baptiste de Panafieu renouvellent leur association dans ce docu-fiction qui vous dira, avec humour, tout sur la théorie de l'évolution, de Darwin à nos jours. "Inspiré de faits réels" de Franck Istasse : Le roman "Frankenstein ou le Prométhée moderne" de Mary Shelley, paru en français en 1821.

L'acteur français Damien Bonnard pour le film "Le sixième enfant" de Léopold Legrand, sorti hier. Franck, ferrailleur, et Meriem ont cinq enfants, un sixième en route, et de sérieux problèmes d'argent. Julien et Anna sont avocats et n'arrivent pas à avoir d'enfant. C'est l'histoire d'un impensable arrangement.

Im Iran gibt es seit Tagen starke Proteste nach dem Tod der jungen kudischen Iranerin Jina Mahsa Amini, die am 13. September 2022 in Teheran von der sogenannten Sitten- und Religionspolizei festgenommen wurde. Sie soll ihr Kopftuch nicht den Regeln entsprechend getragen haben. Kurze Zeit später starb sie in Polizeigewahrsam. Auch wenn sich die iranische Polizei gegen den Mordvorwurf wehrt und behauptet, sie habe einen Herzinfarkt erlitten. Und auch die iranische Regierung die Vorwürfe zurückweist, für ihren Tod verantwortlich zu sein, sind sich im Iran und internstionale Stimmen einig, dass es ein Mord bzw. ein Femizid war. In dieser Folge sprechen Raja Khadour und Luna Ragheb mit der Iranerin Sara, der deutschen-iranischen Aktivistin Daniela Sepehri und dem Informatiker und Mitglied des Forums InformatikerInnen für Frieden und gesellschaftliche Verantwortung (FIfF) Rainer Rehak über die Proteste im Iran und fragen nach, wie sich jeden Person solidarisch zeigen kann. Mehr über Daniela Sepehri und ihre Arbeit erfahrt ihr auf ihr hier: https://www.instagram.com/danielasepehri/ Ihre Petition könnt ihr hier aufrufen: https://www.openpetition.de/petition/online/solidaritaet-mit-den-protestierenden-im-iran Mehr über Rainer Rehak erfahrt ihr hier: https://fahrplan22.bits-und-baeume.org/bitsundbaeume/speaker/QRXZKH/ Mehr Infos zum FIfF: https://www.fiff.de/about.html Wenn ihr Ideen habt, welchem Thema wir uns hier mal widmen sollten, dann mailt uns an solidaripod@gmail.com oder schreibt uns bei Instagram @solidaripod

L'acteur, réalisateur et scénariste français Louis Garrel pour son film "L'innocent", qui fait l'ouverture de la 37ème édition du Festival International du Film Francophone de Namur (FIFF), qui a lieu du 30 septembre au 7 octobre. Le film sortira en salles le 12 octobre. Quand Abel apprend que sa mère Sylvie, la soixantaine, est sur le point de se marier avec un homme en prison, il panique. Épaulé par Clémence, sa meilleure amie, il va tout faire pour essayer de la protéger. Mais la rencontre avec Michel, son nouveau beau-père, pourrait bien offrir à Abel de nouvelles perspectives…

Les sorties BD de Xavier Vanbuggenhout : - « Les Pizzlys » de Jérémie Moreau (Delcourt) - « Version originale Sous-titrée français » de Jean-Claude Götting (Virages Graphiques) - « Si les hommes avaient leurs règles » de Camille Besse et Éric La Blanche (Le Lombard) L'acteur, réalisateur et scénariste français Louis Garrel pour son film "L'innocent", qui fait l'ouverture de la 37ème édition du Festival International du Film Francophone de Namur (FIFF), qui a lieu du 30 septembre au 7 octobre. Le film sortira en salles le 12 octobre. Quand Abel apprend que sa mère Sylvie, la soixantaine, est sur le point de se marier avec un homme en prison, il panique. Épaulé par Clémence, sa meilleure amie, il va tout faire pour essayer de la protéger. Mais la rencontre avec Michel, son nouveau beau-père, pourrait bien offrir à Abel de nouvelles perspectives… "Machins Machines" d'Hélène Maquet : Une des conséquences inattendues du COVID : la métrique de la productivité au travail...

L'événementiel a repris, et l'on s'en réjouit, c'est l'occasion pour Cominmag Live de faire le tour des festivals de cinéma en Suisse romande. Nous débutons avec le FIFF (Festival International de films de Fribourg). Il s'est tenu du 18 au 27 mars, on se réjouit de pouvoir échanger avec son directeur artistique : Thierry Jobin. Un podcast également disponible sur: Apple Podcast https://podcasts.apple.com/ch/podcast/cominmag/id1526101611?l=fr Anchor https://anchor.fm/cominmag Google Podcast https://podcasts.google.com/feed/aHR0cHM6Ly9hbmNob3IuZm0vcy8xYmRjZjE5OC9wb2RjYXN0L3Jzcw Spotify https://open.spotify.com/show/3uFVrP7kAMuAMM4av61q3j --- Send in a voice message: https://anchor.fm/cominmag/message

Interview de Thierry Jobin, directeur artistique du Festival International de Films de Fribourg (FIFF).

Reporté aux dates du 16 au 25 juillet 2021, la 35ème édition du Festival International de Films de Fribourg (FIFF) est placée sous le signe de la musique. Karine Guignard, alias La Gale, comédienne et figure du hip-hop suisse, y a une carte blanche et présente des films engagés sur le Liban et la Palestine. La Gale est au micro dʹAnne-Laure Gannac.

Interview de Kantarama Gahigiri, réalisatrice, productrice et curatrice de la section sur le Rwanda au FIFF.

La 35e édition du Festival International de Films de Fribourg (FIFF), du 16 au 25 juillet 2021, rassemble 139 films en provenance de 51 pays de tous les continents. En point de mire, les masterclass données par Étienne Daho et Guillermo del Toro. La production nationale est également mise en lumière avec 27 films suisses. Le directeur du FIFF, Thierry Jobin, nous parle de cette édition au micro dʹAnne-Laure Gannac.

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Chaque matin à 7h30, Pascal Goffaux et François Caudron font le tour de la scène culturelle, agrémenté de reportages et de rencontres.

Serge OTTHIERS // Un couvre-feu de 1h à 6h du matin, c'est une mesure envisagée./Fermeture des buvettes et cafétéria de clubs sportifs pour un mois./On reviendra également dans ce journal sur la 35 édition du Fiff.

Chaque matin à 7h30, Pascal Goffaux et François Caudron font le tour de la scène culturelle, agrémenté de reportages et de rencontres.

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Il sera question des 70 ans de "Snoopy et les Peanuts" de Charles M. Schulz. Mais aussi d'un premier long métrage belge qui fait l'ouverture du FIFF : « Une vie démente » d'Ann Sirot et Raphaël Balboni. « Bagarre dans la Discothèque » dès 11h30 avec Jacques De Pierpont et Éric Russon. Et dès midi : "Les inconnus connus" d'Éric Russon : le crâne. Les réalisateurs belges Ann Sirot et Raphaël Balboni pour leur premier long métrage "Une vie démente", qui fait l'ouverture du 34ème FIFF, le Festival international du Film francophone de Namur (qui a lieu du 2 au 9/10). Le film sortira le 4 novembre dans les salles. Alex et Noémie, la trentaine, voudraient avoir un enfant. Mais leurs plans sont chamboulés quand Suzanne, la mère d'Alex, se met à faire de sacrées conneries. C'est parce qu'elle a contracté une ¿démence sémantique¿, maladie neurodégénérative qui affecte son comportement. Elle dépense sans compter, rend des visites nocturnes à ses voisins pour manger des tartines, se fabrique un faux permis de conduire avec de la colle et des ciseaux. Suzanne la maman devient Suzanne l'enfant ingérable. Drôle d'école de la parentalité pour Noémie et Alex ! On parle des 70 ans de "Snoopy et les Peanuts" de Charles M. Schulz, dont le premier strip des Peanuts est apparu pour la première fois le 2 octobre 1950 dans quelques journaux américains, avec Nicolas Tellop, auteur du livre "Snoopy theory" (Le Murmure en 2018). Lorsque Charles M. Schulz crée Peanuts en 1950, Snoopy n'apparaît pas dans les premiers strips. Mais le petit beagle de Charlie Brown en devient rapidement la vedette, ne se contentant plus de sa fonction de fidèle compagnon, mais se plaisant à jouer - avec beaucoup d'ironie et de fantaisie - un tas de rôles très différents. Parmi ceux-là, l'as de l'aviation de la Première Guerre mondiale est peut-être l'incarnation la plus frappante : grâce à lui et à ses combats aériens imaginaires avec le Baron Rouge, Snoopy laisse entrevoir le visage d'une Amérique qui ne triomphe jamais d'elle-même - et qui ne se profile que pour mieux disparaître aussitôt. La chanson de Pompon : "2 + 2 = 5" de Radiohead.

"Les inconnus connus" d'Éric Russon : le crâne. Les réalisateurs belges Ann Sirot et Raphaël Balboni pour leur premier long métrage "Une vie démente", qui fait l'ouverture du 34ème FIFF, le Festival international du Film francophone de Namur (qui a lieu du 2 au 9/10). Le film sortira le 4 novembre dans les salles. Alex et Noémie, la trentaine, voudraient avoir un enfant. Mais leurs plans sont chamboulés quand Suzanne, la mère d'Alex, se met à faire de sacrées conneries. C'est parce qu'elle a contracté une "démence sémantique", maladie neurodégénérative qui affecte son comportement. Elle dépense sans compter, rend des visites nocturnes à ses voisins pour manger des tartines, se fabrique un faux permis de conduire avec de la colle et des ciseaux. Suzanne la maman devient Suzanne l'enfant ingérable. Drôle d'école de la parentalité pour Noémie et Alex ! On parle des 70 ans de "Snoopy et les Peanuts" de Charles M. Schulz, dont le premier strip des Peanuts est apparu pour la première fois le 2 octobre 1950 dans quelques journaux américains, avec Nicolas Tellop, auteur du livre "Snoopy theory" (Le Murmure en 2018). Lorsque Charles M. Schulz crée Peanuts en 1950, Snoopy n'apparaît pas dans les premiers strips. Mais le petit beagle de Charlie Brown en devient rapidement la vedette, ne se contentant plus de sa fonction de fidèle compagnon, mais se plaisant à jouer - avec beaucoup d'ironie et de fantaisie - un tas de rôles très différents. Parmi ceux-là, l'as de l'aviation de la Première Guerre mondiale est peut-être l'incarnation la plus frappante : grâce à lui et à ses combats aériens imaginaires avec le Baron Rouge, Snoopy laisse entrevoir le visage d'une Amérique qui ne triomphe jamais d'elle-même - et qui ne se profile que pour mieux disparaître aussitôt. La chanson de Pompon : "2 + 2 = 5" de Radiohead.

Serge OTTHIERS // Pas facile d'organiser un festival en pleine période de Coronavirus. Les organisateurs du Fiff, le festival du film francophone de Namur ont tenu bon. Même s'ils ont dû revoir leurs ambitions à la baisse cette année. / Un nouveau quartier devrait bientôt voir le jour près de la gare de Gembloux. A la place d'une friche industrielle. L'enquête publique vient de se terminer. La ville soutien le projet. / Et puis un nouveau petit animal découvert chez nous... Une petite limace dotée d'une minuscule coquille sur le dos a été observée récemment par Natagora. On ne savait pas, jusque là, qu'elle était présente en Belgique.

Emely_Gemelli und Fiff entscheiden sich neben ihren Erfolgspodcasts in denen sie regelmässig gegenseitig zu gast waren, einen gemeinsamen Podcast zu starten. Endlich Feierabend wurde geboren.

Emely_Gemelli und Fiff entscheiden sich neben ihren Erfolgspodcasts in denen sie regelmässig gegenseitig zu gast waren, einen gemeinsamen Podcast zu starten. Endlich Feierabend wurde geboren.

Filmpodcast 643 Woche 14 2020  – Kino im Kopf – mit Michael Sennhauser. Es ist nicht immer einfach, das Stubenhocken, auch wenn einem vieles nun einfach um die Ohren und in die Augen strömt, ganz wörtlich. So fanden der Wettbewerb und die Preisvergabe des Festivals von Freiburg online statt, ebenso wie die Jugendfilmtage. Und der Film «Jeanne» von Bruno Dumont startete online, getragen von all den Kinos, die ihn sonst zeigen würden. Wir haben mit Bruno Dumont über Jeanne geredet. Die Kurztipps haben wir nach wie vor. Und auch eine Tonspur lege ich wieder aus für Sie.

Following the cancellation of the 34th edition of the Fribourg International Film Festival, the organisers shifted their focus to creating a 34.5 abridged edition of their 2020 programme. This will take place at other festivals, online, on TV and at special one-off events throughout the year. Artistic Director Thierry Jobin talks about the solidarity of film festivals throughout Switzerland, the importance of cultural events and how creative people are coming together to present alternatives to their events in innovative ways...

Immer mehr Menschen und immer mehr Dinge sind miteinander vernetzt. Dadurch entstehen Verwundbarkeiten, die Cyber-Angriffe auf Menschen, Gesellschaften und Infrastruktur ausbeuten können. Über diese Gefahren spricht Benjamin Borgerding mit Rainer Rehak vom "Forum InformatikerInnen für Frieden und gesellschaftliche Verantwortung e.V." (FIfF). **RICHTIGSTELLUNG: An der Entwicklung von Stuxnet waren die USA und Israel beteiligt - nicht aber Großbritannien.

Im letzten Jahr fanden sich Organisationen wie der CCC, FifF, der BUND und Germanwatch zusammen, die die digitale Welt und den Umweltschutz zusammenbringen wollten. Daraus ist inzwischen mehr geworden, als nur eine für sich stehende Konferenz. Rainer Rehak vom FifF erzählt genaueres von der Konferenz und wie es dazu kam, aber vor allem schaut er mit mir in die Zukunft. Was wird aus Bits und Bäume und wie gestaltet die Ergebnisse dieser Organisationen unsere Gesellschaft.

Von Aachen aus werden Messstationen betrieben, um die beiden Atomkraftwerke Tihange und Doel zu überwachen. Prof. Dr. Dietrich Meyer-Ebrecht vom FifF stellt die Webseite und das Projekt dahinter vor. Wie funktionieren die Stationen, warum ist das alles nötig, welche Rolle spielen die lokalen Behörden und das Bundesamt für Strahlenschutz?

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While wahoo fishing a few weeks back, Suze had a revelation. What she realized is that financial freedom can no longer be the only goal. This week, Suze explores the power of finding the combination of financial independence and financial freedom. She invites you to join her in the FIFF movement on your way reaching the real goal of having money, and that is to be secure. JUST LAUNCHED! Join Suze’s Women & Money Community for FREE and ASK SUZE your questions which may just end up on her podcast! To ask Suze a question, download by following one of these links: CLICK HERE FOR APPLE   CLICK HERE FOR GOOGLE PLAY Want to begin your Will & Trust? CLICK HERE for Suze’s $69 podcast special offer of her "Must Have Documents.” To find the right Credit Union for you, CLICK HERE Help spread the word about the Women & Money podcast by telling your friends and giving a star rating on Apple Podcasts. See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

La page Facebook de Vox Low : https://www.facebook.com/VoxLowBand/ La bande-annonce de Sauvage de Camille Vidal-Naquet : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i_XHeMV7-9k&t=11s La bande-annonce de L'année dernière à Marienbad d'Alain Resnais : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G8qIr_Ni4Aw

La bande-annonce de L'ordre des médecins : http://cineuropa.org/fr/video/358251/

Bande-annonce de Chien de garde : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YmgCSAsKdFM&t=6s

Cette semaine dans CINECAST, Thibault et Guillaume préparent le FIFF et parlent de quatre nouveaux films à l'affiche cette semaine : I Feel Good, Mile 22, Un Peuple Et Son Roi & L'Ombre d'Emily.

Ca est du Belge sur CinéMaRadio By Michel Decoux-Derycke Le 27 avril dernier, j’étais Président du Jury de la Critique au Festival International du Film Policier de Liège. Avec mes partenaires jurés, Adrien Coorbel et Julien Polet, nous avons récompensé le court métrage belge « Les corps purs » de Bérangère McNeese et Guillaume De Ginestel. L’histoire, c’est celle de Axelle, escort girl à Bruxelles, qui s’assure les services d’un chauffeur mutique et simple d’esprit pour l’accompagner d’un hôtel à l’autre. Au fil des nuits, ces deux êtres esseulés et retranchés derrière leurs armures respectives, vont se rapprocher. Après deux prix au FIFF à Namur, le duo Bérangère McNeese-Guillaume De Ginestel est à nouveau primé et foi de Président, c’est mérité ! Le bilan 2017 du VAF alias Fonds Audiovisuel de Flandre a été rendu public. Vingt-neuf films majoritaires sont sortis dans les salles belges en 2017. Les films belges flamands ont attiré un total de 1.693.498 spectateurs. La fréquentation du cinéma flamand a chuté de 11% par rapport à 2016. Cependant, en comparaison avec les dix dernières années, ces chiffres restent relativement stables. Sur le podium 2017, il y a "FC De Kampioenen drie: Kampioenen Forever" avec 309692 spectateurs, "Het tweede gelaat" avec 214048 spectateurs et "Le Fidèle" avec 135546 spectateurs, les deux derniers films, je vous en avais parlé dans le premier Ça est du Belge ! Sur la scène internationale, les créations audiovisuelles belges flamandes se sont à nouveau distinguées avec 236 prix et un très grand nombre de sélections en festivals. Le court métrage d’animation "Catherine" a remporté à lui seul 27 prix, le long métrage "King of the Belgians" 9 et le court métrage documentaire "The Jungle Knows You Better Than You Do" 3. Enfin, "Sorry voor alles" a gagné un International Emmy Award et trois films ont été nommés aux European Film Awards. Le 21ème Brussels Short Film Festival a attiré 25000 spectateurs en 12 jours de projection. La compétition nationale a consacré comme Grand Prix du Jury : Icare de Nicolas Boucart, comme Prix de la Fédération Wallonie-Bruxelles : Make Aliens Dance de Sébastien Petretti, comme Prix du Public : Vihta de François Bierry. Le reste du palmarès est à découvrir sur www.bsff.be

Das FIfF wurde 1984, vor mehr als 30 Jahren, aus einer historischen Situation heraus gegründet, als es galt, das Schweigen einer Zunft zu brechen, die so maßgeblich an der Entwicklung automatisierter und informatisierter Kriegsführung beteiligt war. Die Gründungsmitglieder leisteten dem NATO-Doppelbeschluss offen Widerstand, sie wollten die Informations- und Kommunikationstechnologie vor allem als Mittel der Völkerverständigung genutzt wissen. Im Chaosradio 245 spricht Konrad Spremberg mit seinen Gästen vom FIfF über die Geschichte des FIfF, ihre aktuellen Ziele und Pläne und ihre Wertevorstellungen.

La 32ème édition du FIFF, Festival International de Films de Fribourg, se tient du 16 au 24 mars dans les salles obscures de la ville. Alex vous donne un aperçu du programme. Pour plus d’infos : www.fiff.ch

La 32ème édition du FIFF, Festival International de Films de Fribourg, se tient du 16 au 24 mars dans les salles obscures de la ville. Alex vous donne un aperçu du programme. Pour plus d’infos : www.fiff.ch

Michel Decoux-Derycke vous propose le meilleur et le pire de la Belgique au cinéma ! La 10ème édition du Festival Millenium, consacré au documentaire, aura lieu du 20 au 30 mars à Bruxelles. 80 documentaires, dont 55 premières belges seront proposés au public. Quatre compétitions permettront aux quatre jurys de juger les films: Internationale, Belge, Vision jeune et Travailleurs du monde. Le film d’ouverture, le mardi 20 mars, c’est Poetess de Stefanie Brockhaus et Andreas Wolff. Le film de clôture, le vendredi 30 mars, c’est celui qui aura gagné le Grand Prix du Festival et sera projeté après la cérémonie de remise des prix. Cinq lieux accueilleront le Festival : Bozar, le cinéma Galeries, le cinéma Aventure, le cinéma Palace et l’Actor’s Studio. Plus d’infos sur www.festivalmillenium.org Une part d’ombre, sorti ce 7 mars en Belgique et en France, présenté en octobre dernier au FIFF à Namur, est le premier long métrage de Samuel Tilman. C’est l’histoire de David qui, après son retour d'un séjour avec ses amis et sa famille dans les Vosges, est soupçonné de meurtre. Peu à peu, le doute et la méfiance commencent à se propager dans son cercle d'amis. Une part d’ombre s’intéresse à la mise au ban du suspect bien en amont des procédures judiciaires, une mise au pilori sans jugement. La réaction de son entourage basculant de l’amusement à la suspicion, se chargeant ainsi d’une condamnation sociale, à laquelle le verdict final ne pourra plus changer grand-chose. C’est filmé avec une sobriété glacée, il y a une pléiade d'acteurs belges tous aussi bons l'un que l'autre. Avec, en tête d’affiche, Fabrizio Rongione qui livre une excellente prestation en homme traqué. Sa femme est jouée par Natacha Régnier, pour la deuxième fois en quelques mois dans un film belge. Dans un premier rôle au cinéma, on retrouve Baptiste Lalieu, le chanteur Saule, on croirait le personnage fait pour lui. Alors, meurtrier, voleur, adultère ou menteur ? Toutes les accusations paraissent recevables ici, dans une opération de démontage systématique des apparences de laquelle ni le protagoniste, ni le spectateur ne sortiront moralement indemnes. La part sauvage sort ce 14 mars en Belgique, c’est aussi un premier long métrage. Guérin Van De Vorst en est le réalisateur et le film sera en compétition au Festival du Film d’Aubagne. Festival où la réalisatrice belge Nathalie Tierlinck sera dans le Jury. L’histoire de La part sauvage, c’est celle de Ben qui sort de prison, il a un appartement meublé, il peut compter sur certaines connaissances et quelques anciens amis. L’un d’entre eux lui donne un travail. Il a aussi un fils de dix ans que son ex-femme refuse de le laisser voir. Malheureusement pour lui, il va plonger inexorablement dans le radicalisme parce qu’il est vulnérable et à la recherche de repères. La religion est un des sujets majeurs du film mais il ne se résume pas qu’à cela. C’est aussi le portrait de Ben, personnage impulsif et irréfléchi, en quête de paternité. Ben est joué par Vincent Rottiers qui livre là une excellente performance. Il rend le personnage simplement humain, avec tout ce que cela implique de failles et de vulnérabilités. Vincent Rottiers parvient à faire transparaître les états d’âmes de cet homme taiseux et colérique: son bouillonnement intérieur se lit dans son regard. Le réalisateur Guérin Van De Vorst nous propose donc un premier film intéressant, du genre qui ne laisse pas indifférent.

Alex nous raconte son passage express au FIFF, Festival International de Films de Fribourg, dont la 31ème édition a lieu du 31 mars au 8 avril 2017.

Le Festival International du Film de Fribourg commence dès demain. L’occasion pour l’équipe de 7ème Art de discuter de la programmation de cette 31e édition.

Unsere letzte Sendung zur US-Wahl erzeugte auffällig viel Feedback, auf das wir umfangreich eingehen. Während die Trump-Administration sich noch findet und dabei genau so rumeiert wie es Trump im Wahlkampf auch schon getan hatte, kommen Analysen auf, die mögliche Unregelmäßigkeiten bei der Wahl mit Wahlcomputern in einigen Swing States aufzeigen. Während sich für den Antritt Trumps die ersten desaströsen Entscheidungen abzeichnen bleibt Merkel bei ihrer erneuten Kandidatur für die Bundestagswahl noch unspezifisch in welche Richtung sie künftig marschieren möchte. Dann blicken wir kurz auf die Versuche, die technischen Schwächen des Netzes zu beheben, die DDOS-Attacken zu einem so großen Problem machen, wie sie es derzeit sind und auf ein putziges Problem, dem sich Besitzer einer Fritz!Box gegenüber sehen. Zum Schluß gibt es noch einen Blick auf die Ticketsituation des 33C3 und auf eine kommende Veranstaltung des FIff.

Phil Dumphy opens the show explaining why he is a cool dad. The guy discuss the Carbanaro Effect and decide if hypnosis is real or not. Jason is trying to like Dice, but it is not happening. We do learn that Daren does a pretty good Dice impersination. Jason has an opportunity to be a superhero, but instead he closes the curtain and goes to work smelly. Joe Machi is the subject of this week. The guys listen to his thoughts on teachers salaries and how to handle a drunk driver that you hate. Thanks for the feedback and the support. Follow us @TheComedySnobs and email us at TheComedySnobs@Gmail.com.

John Caparulo lets us know why Cleveland sucks worse than San Diego. We got a little love last week from the writers at F Is For Family. Now lets get going on the second season. Jason started watching Dice on Showtime and isn't sure yet on if it is good or not. Funny or not with Chad Daniels. Jason liked it, Daren thought it was a good idea, but a swing and a miss. Daren went commando in a pair of jeans with a hole in the crotch this week. Listen to find out how that worked out for him. Finally, Jason tells a secret that he has been keeping since the 4th grade. Iliza Shlesinger is this weeks comic. The guys listen to a set from her and listen to the show to see what they think. Thanks for the feedback and keep on listening. Follow us @TheComedySnobs and email the show at TheComedySnobs@Gmail.com.