Les Revenants

http://www.nytimes.com/movies/movie/315426/Les-Revenants/overview

The New York Times


Les Revenants (2004)

Alternate title: They Came Back


A zombie flick like none other, this quietly shivery, intelligent French film opens with the disquieting image of the dead pouring out of a local cemetery. Dressed in light, summery clothes, their faces still, their gait unhurried, the women and men flood into a small city where they are — sometimes passionately, sometimes reluctantly — reclaimed by their survivors. Like refugees from some disaster or faraway land (which of course is exactly what they are), the dead are herded into emergency housing, whereupon they classified and subjected to classic French bureaucracy. As officials fret over how to integrate the returnees back into the land of the living (do they get their old jobs back?), mothers and fathers, wives and husbands try to find a way to reconnect with loved ones they let go of long ago. Meanwhile, with stealthy, increasingly unnerving calm and under the cover of night, the dead go about their own clandestine business.










http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0378661/releaseinfo

IMDb


The Returned (2004)

Release Info

Italy 4 September 2004 (Venice Film Festival)










http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/They_Came_Back


They Came Back

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

They Came Back (French: Les Revenants), released in the UK as The Returned, is a French zombie film, originally released in 2004.

Without warning the dead begin to return to life, appearing near their burial sites alive and healthy, and heading en masse toward their home towns. The event lasts for roughly two hours, returning an estimated 70 million people to life, all having died within the previous 10 years; more than 13,000 return in the film's unnamed city alone. Taking cues from the rest of the country and the U.N., the city's council and mayor (Victor Garrivier) make plans to house the returned and gradually help reintroduce them to their lives.

Reintroduction of the returned proves challenging, due to both the practical and emotional aspects. The returned also suffer from effects similar to those seen after a severe concussion, including lapses in awareness and connection with reality, further worsened by their universal inability to sleep and constant desire to wander. This causes them to perform sluggishly during their day jobs, but a small number of returned are observed having clandestine nighttime meetings with each other where their symptoms seem to vanish.

The returned begin reuniting with their loved ones, including the mayor with his returned wife Martha (Catherine Samie), married couple Isham (Djemel Barek) and Véronique (Marie Matheron) with their returned 6-year-old son Sylvain (Saady Delas), and Rachel (Géraldine Pailhas) with her returned husband Mathieu (Jonathan Zaccaï). Rachel is reluctant to see Mathieu at first, until one day he follows her home, acting as though he never left. After some trepidation Rachel accepts him, and the two make love. Rachel and Mathieu's reuniting is witnessed by Gardet (Frédéric Pierrot), a doctor who has become suspicious of the returned and Mathieu in particular after following the latter to a nighttime meeting. He later attempts to tell Rachel of this, expressing concern, but is told to leave her alone.

Most of the returned are moved to more menial jobs when it becomes clear that, though they can perform memorized tasks and procedures, they cannot engage in problem solving or planning










JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Posted by H.V.O.M at 8:05 AM Tuesday, April 12, 2011


Pegasus





Damnit, I know I wrote several times about that woman in Coeur d'Alene Idaho. On 27 June 2004 when I crossed the finish line of that 2.4 mile swim course and 112 mile bicycle course and 26.2 mile running course she was one of two women who were apparently volunteers who were assigned to escort the course finishers away from the finish line and towards the exit area for the course finishers. On the website for the Ironman Coeur d'Alene 2004 triathlon I later watched the video that company, a racketeering organization famously associated with the State of Hawaii, and I could clearly see the video of where she put her hand on my chest. After they escorted me out of the finish line area and directed me to a tent where she told me I could find pizza, which I did but that wasn't as appetizing as it sounded, she made the comment about how she knew I did not want to be there and I responded about how I did want to be there. I was standing there about 11:20 PM in my Nike Pegasus running shoes, after walking much of the marathon course, and the day was 27 June 2004.


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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Date: Mon, 13 Feb 2006 15:08:49 -0800 (PST)

From: "Kerry Burgess"

Subject: torment

To: "Kerry Burgess"

http://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=torment

torment

Great physical pain or mental anguish

A source of harassment, annoyance, or pain

To cause to undergo great physical pain or mental anguish

To agitate or upset greatly

extreme mental distress

"After several days, maybe a couple weeks, of roaming around the woods, stretching out a loaf of bread and a box of graham crackers, because tomorrow would be the day they tell me it's over, Kerry met with a social worker who had nothing to give him but a bag of food that he wasn't very interested in despite the lack of food and because he had already survived that 9 day period of starvation and wasn't too afraid of starving anymore, but she wasn't the one that he hoped would have the answers he needed so Kerry parked his Jeep at Marymoor park where he began walking towards a bridge that he was going to jump off but hoping along the way someone would tell him what he needed to know and then about 14 hours later he sat there exhausted and starving with people sitting around him watching as they ate their lunches and he decided to wait until the next night to jump so he was there in the park for 24 hours while they all gawked at his misery and did nothing and when he was standing there on the edge at three in the morning he got angry that the bastards had such contempt for his life and began a 22 hour stumbling excrutiatingly painful walk back to his Jeep, knowing that tomorrow would be the day someone would give him the information he needed."


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http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0104020/quotes

IMDb


Crash Landing: The Rescue of Flight 232 (1992 TV Movie)

Quotes


Chuck Sundberg: I'm just beginning to feel it.

Gary Brown: Feel what?

Chuck Sundberg: Stress. You know what it's called just as well as I do, post-traumatic stress. We're all going to go through it. When this is all over, we're all going to need a little therapy, and just plain talking to people we love.

Gary Brown: What are you saying, I'm flipping out?

Chuck Sundberg: I don't want you taking anymore meetings, no more 5 AM thank-you letters. Go home and you sleep. I know you will. I just laced your coffee.










http://www.orbital.com/SpaceLaunch/Pegasus/pegasus_history.shtml

Orbital

Pegasus

Pegasus Mission History

Flight # Launch Date Vehicle Payload Result


6 June 27, 1994 Pegasus XL STEP-1 Failure










JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Friday, September 02, 2005 posted by H.V.O.M at 8:35 PM


Everybody loves Truman

How well I remember being on the street. There was this one time earlier this summer. I had been homeless for a few weeks. I hadn't showered in weeks. I hadn't eaten anything in I don't know how long and I didn't care. I am walking along the Burke-Gilman trail one weekday afternoon. I've been awake for 30 hours, just walking. I had walked from Redmond down to Gas Works Park because I was going to sit there for a while and then I was going to jump off the Aurora Bridge. I sat there in the park for the next 24 hours thinking surely someone walk up to me and finally clue me. Maybe like Kafka's Josef K. was thinking, it was all some big joke. But while I feel like I am Josef K., the cops just tell me I am paranoid. If the feds had a Most Un-Wanted list, I am certain I would be on it. So I sat there all day,waiting for someone, anyone to show up and clear away the clouds from the sun. I sat there looking at the bridge. I wasn't entirely sure it would be fatal. I've thought a lot about drowning since my combat experience in the Persian gulf so it didn't seem like a bad way to die. But if I am going to do this thing, I want to be sure it is fatal. So my plan was to get completely drunk to the point of not caring about whether the jump would be fatal. I had walked all the way down there with several beers and a fifth of Jack Daniels in my backpack. I figured if I was drunk enough, the fall would surely knock me out and then I would most certainly drown. I could imagine there were a million sets of eyes watching me that day, some of them with hope in their eyes, hope that I would finally go through with it. But I just couldn't get drunk enough to do it. Not only did I feel like I had too much to live for, too much else I wanted to accomplish, I was also starting to feel angry again. The only time in the past fews years when I have felt alone was when I was on that bridge. If feels like people's prying eyes have permeated every shred of privacy I have but yet standing there on that bridge, I felt like no one was around. I knew they were watching, but for once, they weren't crushing me with their presence. It made no sense. So I started walking back along the B-G trail to Redmond to see if my Jeep was still where I had abandoned it a couple days earlier. I hadn't eaten in days but yet I can somehow walk all the way back there, it's about 25 miles. I started back about 4 in the morning. My plan had been to wait until about 3 am to jump because that it when I figured there wouldn't be much car traffic. I didn't want people around as I committed the only thing I seemed to have control of anymore. So I started back and I'm glad it's not raining anymore, I only had on sweatpants and sweatjacket. It takes me 22 hours to shuffle my way back to my Jeep. Weird(er) things happened to me on the way back. I was really wanting to get back because there was food in my Jeep that a social worker had given me. But I didn't know if it was even there anymore or if it had been towed. I only had some change in my pocket, not even a full dollar. And I could tell people knew who I was. I cannot begin to describe how agonizing that feeling is. There were several instances, but the one that really stood out was when I was stumbling along in between Woodinville and Redmond; I had a serious rash on my legs by this time because this was the first exercise I had had since Ironman CDA 2004. Two bicycle riders were approaching from in front and I overheard as clear as a bell one of the persons ask the other, "Is that him?" Can you grasp what that means? People know I am out here. I am living in the mud and grime and people look at me as some kind of trivia. I will never forget that. I have always had a positive view of the world, I know from experience that there is a lot of bad in this world, but I always looked for the good. But here I am, I have become "Truman Burbank" from "The Truman Show" and people are watching me in this agony and it is entertainment for them. What kind of world has it become? Are people themselves in so much agony and misery in their own lives that my misery makes them forget about their problems?For those last twelve hours or so and I shuffled a long, I could barely put one foot fully in front of the other, I am thinking about not only getting some of that food in my Jeep, but I also have this new feeling coming over me. I start to fantasize that there is going to be some kind of party waiting for me to return. There are going to be big white tents and music and brights lights and a whole lot of people I don't know. My mother is going to be there. She has some good news for me and she bought a new RV for me to rest in as she takes me back to Texas where I can get away from all this. For some reason, I think the Secret Service is tracking me while I am shuffling along because they want to protect me from whatever dangers are hiding in the bushes I pass by. I shuffle along, thinking about how nice it is going to be to take a shower and then go to sleep in the bed in the RV. I was thinking about all the food I am going to eat. Finally about 2 am, it is dark and cold and I walk along the last mile of the trail, a section I know very well from all the miles I have run on it in training for Ironman. First I notice there are no lights. I hear no music. There are no clapping and cheering crowds. I see no big RV waiting for me with its relaxing luxury in the parking lot. My mom isn't there. My Jeep Wrangler (which I have since lost) faithfully sits by itself where I left it. I climb inside, open a can with some fruit in it, accidently cut my wrist slightly on its sharp edges, and go to sleep in the driver's seat to wake up in the daylight.


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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Posted by H.V.O.M at 8:25 PM Saturday, June 18, 2011


I was also thinking recently that even back in 2004 when I finished that Ironman triathlon course in Coeur d'Alene Idaho I could have cut off at least one hour from my finish time if I had stopped eating regularly at McDonald's. That was one hour just from eating better food. Then if I had not eaten that unhealthful food I might have cut off another two hours because my training sessions would have improved and I would have gotten more healthful effect from my training for the Ironman triathlon.


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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: From: Kerry Burgess

Sent: Saturday, April 20, 2013 9:13 PM

To: 'Chad Trammell'


Navy Cross. Heart-to-heart chats with the Old Man. The woman at the finish line who put her hand on my chest and asked if that was some place I really wanted to be, just as I crossed the finish line of the Ironman Coeur d'Alene 2004 triathlon. I left there about midnight a short while after crossing the finish line and drove about 20 miles back into Washington State to where I was staying at the Crosslands Hotel, where I waited there for a few months feeling as though I was going out of my mind. Not sure precisely when I left there and moved back to the Seattle area. October 2004 thereabouts. September 2004 possibly. I recall the weather was hot.


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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 08/09/10 3:32 PM
This was created because of what I wrote on that mile141.com website that one time, I think, in 2004, which I feel certain was before the Ironman CDA 2004 event, and recognized as my survival of the L-1011 crash on 6/27/1994.

There was that guy posting with the alias 'Felty' and I responded to his post about that chick named 'Glitter' and I wrote some kind of fake news story about an airplane crash where all the passengers survived but "Captain Felty," I think was how I wrote it, was seen limping away and there was something about the grounds around the airport had been changed and I wrote the fake news article suggesting that the groundskeeping changes could have cause the plane to crash.





http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0407304/quotes


Memorable quotes for

War of the Worlds (2005)


News Producer: [at the site of a plane crash] Were you on that plane?

Ray Ferrier: No.

News Producer: Too bad. It would have made a hell of a story.


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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 01/09/08 6:03 AM

A very intense series of dreams I just suddenly awoke from, after I guess about 3 hours of fitful sleep.

Most of the details about that last dream are gone now and I was barely consciously aware of much of it as it was going on. I was flying in an F-14 Tomcat, it seems. A lot of detail but that I can't remember. It was long ago. A lot of dialog going on between me and another pilot over the radio. I was testing some kind of new missile system and there was something wrong. Something I don't remember. I can visualize something and a lot of it but it eludes articulation.

JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 01/09/08 7:14 AM

I haven't been able to fall back asleep.

There was a lot of detail in the dream that I was only vaguely aware of after waking up. I do recognize that I was thinking a lot in terms of three dimensions, as though I was thinking in terms of maneuvering to evade the other aircraft. I was calculating in my mind, on a three-dimensional scale, of the vectors I could take that would allow me to travel in a direction so that the other pilot would not know where I went to. I was thinking of all that in terms of 3 dimensions, would makes sense that we were flying.

There was also something about 'feet per second.' Something about the new missiles I was carrying on my F-14 Tomcat was a very heavy load and that was having a severe impact on the performance of my jet. I am not certain why that was relevant in the dream.


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JOURNAL ARCHIVE: 04/15/07 10:46 PM
I realized one day I was calculating people's movements towards me.....I can't fully articulate it. I was preparing.......something.....assessing threats. Can't explain it. But certain people triggered that reaction and I can't explain why certain people did that. I just explain it away as instinct. Knowledge without experience, as Shannon said to me in reflection of something I was talking about from my instinctive feelings.


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From 9/15/1972 ( premiere US TV series "Ghost Story" ) To 4/6/2006 is 12256 days

12256 = 6128 + 6128

From 11/2/1965 ( my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA and my birthdate as the known official Deputy United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess and active duty United States Marine Corps officer ) To 8/13/1982 ( premiere US film "Fast Times At Ridgemont High" ) is 6128 days



From 3/16/1991 ( my first successful major test of my ultraspace matter transportation device as Kerry Wayne Burgess the successful Ph.D. graduate Columbia South Carolina ) To 4/6/2006 is 5500 days

From 11/2/1965 ( my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA and my birthdate as the known official Deputy United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess and active duty United States Marine Corps officer ) To 11/23/1980 ( premiere US TV movie "Enola Gay: The Men, the Mission, the Atomic Bomb" ) is 5500 days



From 10/8/1976 ( premiere US TV movie "The Great Houdini" ) To 4/6/2006 is 10772 days

10772 = 5386 + 5386

From 11/2/1965 ( my birth date in Antlers Oklahoma USA and my birthdate as the known official Deputy United States Marshal Kerry Wayne Burgess and active duty United States Marine Corps officer ) To 8/1/1980 ( premiere US film "The Final Countdown" ) is 5386 days



[ See also: http://hvom.blogspot.com/2012/08/surrogates.html ]





JOURNAL ARCHIVE: Date: Thu, 6 Apr 2006 14:24:34 -0700 (PDT)

From: "Kerry Burgess"

Subject: Re: Sleep journal 4/6/06

To: "Kerry Burgess"


Kerry Burgess wrote:

Details about my recent sleep are very fuzzy today. Can't remember for sure when I woke up. 3 am maybe. Or maybe shortly after midnight, can't really remember as I usually can. Remember dreaming something about driving my Jeep. Then I returned to it where it was parked in a parking lot after I was traveling through some passageways, hallways in a transit facility maybe. The only part I remember clearly is where a woman, I assume was my imaginary girlfriend asked me out for drinks or something. I told her we needed to keep it really casual though because all I had to wear was sweatpants. Kind of the downside to dating a homeless person I reflect now as I write this. She told me she would wear something with holes in it. I hope that was her in my dream, although the woman in the dream seemed to be someone unfamilar though. But I have noticed that happening with other people I know. They are represented, somehow, by a different person, but I think of them as someone specific. I feel like that is part of the manipulation. I have noticed something similar in real dreams, but I don't think it is the same here. I think they are disquising themselves in my dream for some reason. Anyway, if it really was her, she actually doesn't have to worry about dressing down if we were to go out. Of course, if I have my way, it would be a moot point because why would I want to go out with her when I am in such an ugly situation? At the minimum, I would want to be back to work so that I have regained some independence. And hey, next time you are in my dreams, dear imaginary girlfriend, how about wearing a bikini? Red would be good, or yellow maybe. That would be sweet!


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http://www.worldsgreatestcritic.com/revenants.html

Les Revenants (2004)

AKA: They Came Back

(Release Date: October 27, 2004 [France])

(Premiere Date: May 14, 2004 [Cannes Film Market)

(Festival Debut: September 10, 2004 [Official Selection Toronto Film Festival: Canada])


The only real differences are that they talk a lot less than before, and only on those subjects that interest them, their body temperatures are slightly lower than the "living" and they don't sleep very often. Well, those things and the fact that they secretly congregate at night, planning... something.



- posted by H.V.O.M - Kerry Wayne Burgess 12:00 PM Pacific Time Spokane Valley Washington USA Tuesday 10 March 2015