The PM Who Planted Trees

The Man Who Planted Trees (1987)

Directed by Katy Perry

Starring Justin Trudeau

A surreal ecological fable inspired by the 1987 animated short film The Man Who Planted Trees by Frédéric Back.


OPENING CREDITS

Black screen.

The sound of dry wind.

A lone piano note echoes.

Text fades in:

“In a century of noise, one man planted silence.”

Cut to a scorched valley in southern France.

The earth is cracked. Dead trees lean like skeletons. Dust storms swallow abandoned villages.

A young traveler named JULIEN (Justin Trudeau) wanders through the wasteland carrying a notebook and canteen.

Narration (soft, dreamlike):

“He was not a politician then.
He was merely a man looking for water.”


SCENE 1 — THE SHEPHERD

Julien collapses near a dry well.

A distant bell rings.

Out of the heat haze appears ELIAS MOREAU, an elderly shepherd dressed in rough wool, carrying a sack of acorns.

He says almost nothing.

Only:

ELIAS
“The land remembers kindness.”

Elias leads Julien to a hidden spring.

Inside the shepherd’s stone cottage are thousands of sorted acorns arranged with mathematical precision.

Julien watches Elias discard cracked seeds and keep only the strongest.

JULIEN
“Why?”

Elias calmly replies:

ELIAS
“Because forests are built one decision at a time.”


SCENE 2 — THE PLANTING

A montage begins.

Music by Katy Perry plays unexpectedly — a haunting orchestral version of “Firework.”

Elias walks miles every day planting acorns with an iron rod.

Julien joins him reluctantly.

At first he mocks the old man.

JULIEN
“You think trees can save the world?”

Elias smiles.

ELIAS
“No.
People who plant them might.”

Rain finally falls.

Tiny shoots emerge from the earth.


SCENE 3 — THE CITY OF MIRRORS

Years pass.

Julien returns to civilization in Paris.

The city is depicted as grotesque and surreal:

  • Television screens scream political slogans.
  • Businessmen wear identical silver masks.
  • Crowds walk in circles without speaking.
  • Giant billboards advertise bottled oxygen.

Julien becomes briefly famous after giving speeches about ecological restoration.

Television hosts call him:

“The Handsome Prophet of Reforestation.”

But Julien grows disturbed by celebrity culture.

At a gala party, a fictional version of Katy Perry appears as herself directing cameras while dressed like a sparkling tree spirit.

KATY PERRY
“People don’t change from facts.
They change from spectacle.”

Julien replies:

JULIEN
“Then maybe spectacle should tell the truth.”


SCENE 4 — THE RETURN

Julien returns decades later to Elias’s valley.

Now it is transformed.

Massive forests sway in the wind.

Rivers flow again.

Birdsong fills the air.

Villages are alive with children and gardens.

The camera sweeps over millions of trees.

Julien searches for Elias.

He finds the old shepherd near a cedar grove, now extremely ancient.

Elias is weak but peaceful.

JULIEN
“You changed the world.”

Elias shakes his head.

ELIAS
“No.
I simply stopped helping destroy it.”


FINAL SCENE

Elias dies quietly beneath the trees.

Snow begins to fall.

Julien plants one final acorn beside him.

The camera rises high above the forest.

The once-dead valley has become an endless green sea visible from space.

Narration:

“Empires vanished.
Wars were forgotten.
But the forest remained.”

The final image:

A child picks up an acorn.

Fade to black.


END CREDITS SONG

Firework performed as a slow orchestral folk ballad with children’s choir and French horns.

Final text on screen:

“For every tree planted by someone who believed tomorrow could exist.”

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Facing My Fear: Richard Nixon

Under the white floodlights of the orbital arena, the crowd roared as two unlikely fighters entered the ring: Richard Nixon, cloned and resurrected from classified Cold War DNA archives, and Justin Trudeau, wearing red gloves with maple leaves stitched into the leather.

At center ring stood Joe Jukic in a black referee shirt, arms folded like an old frontier marshal judging the fate of nations.

“Gentlemen,” Joe announced into the microphone, “this is not just a boxing match. This is history arguing with itself.”

Nixon narrowed his eyes with that famous paranoid glare.
“I am not a crook,” he growled, throwing shadow punches.

Justin smirked nervously. “You also said peace was at hand.”

The bell rang.

Nixon came out swinging wildly like a man trying to punch Watergate itself back into the shadows. Trudeau danced around him, lighter on his feet, trying to avoid the heavy hooks of the so-called “Mad Man.” Every punch seemed fueled by decades of bitterness, television debates, and buried presidential tapes.

Joe stepped between them after a brutal exchange.

“Justin,” he said calmly, “face your fear. History only grows stronger when people pretend it never happened.”

Nixon wiped blood from his lip and laughed.
“You hear that, kid? Even your referee knows ghosts don’t disappear.”

The crowd fell silent as giant prison ships descended outside the transparent dome. Beyond them stretched the asteroid colonies, glowing faintly against Saturn’s rings. Automated mining lasers cut into mountains of iridium.

Joe looked toward the ships.

“That’s enough,” he declared after the final round. “The fight is over.”

Security androids approached Nixon.

The former president grinned strangely as they fastened magnetic restraints around his wrists.

“Where are you taking me?” Nixon asked.

Joe answered like a philosopher delivering sentence at the edge of the universe.

“All dogs go to heaven, Richard… but some need interstellar corrections first.”

The arena erupted as Nixon was escorted toward the prison shuttle bound for the asteroid mines, muttering about enemies lists, moon treaties, and televised conspiracies while Trudeau stood exhausted in the ring, staring into the stars where old empires went to be judged.

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The Voyageurs Movie

VOYAGEURS

Written by Justin Trudeau, Joe Jukic, Mike Jukic and Bruno Jukic

Logline In 1795, three unbreakable Jukic brothers — legendary Voyageurs of the North West Company — paddle the wild rivers of New France to claim rich fur territory, only to clash with a flamboyant English saboteur who will stop at nothing to crush the Canadian dream.

Cast JOE JUKIC as BIG JOE JUKIC — the strategic leader and scout MIKE JUKIC as MICHEL “MIKE” JUKIC — the giant strongman and singer BRUNO JUKIC as BRUNO JUKIC — the fierce young fighter RUSSELL BRAND as SIR REGINALD “REGGIE” BLACKTHORN — the eccentric, verbose HBC villain

FADE IN:

EXT. LACHINE SHORE, MONTREAL – DAWN – 1795

The St. Lawrence River glimmers under rose light. A brigade of birchbark canoes rests on the gravel, loaded with 90-pound bales of trade goods — kettles, guns, cloth, rum. VOYAGEURS in red sashes, wool tuques, and buckskin jackets bustle.

BIG JOE JUKIC (rugged, commanding) checks lashings on the lead canoe.

MIKE JUKIC (broad-shouldered giant) heaves a massive bale onto his shoulders like it’s a loaf of bread.

BRUNO JUKIC (wiry, cocky grin) sharpens his paddle blade with a stone, flirting with a local girl who laughs and waves him off.

BIG JOE (voice carrying) Allez, mes frères! The North West Company is counting on us. We reach the Pays d’en Haut before the English dogs of Hudson’s Bay steal every beaver pelt between here and the Athabasca. This land is ours to claim.

MIKE (grunting, laughing) Ninety pounds feels lighter when the Jukic brothers paddle together. Bruno, if you drop that rum cask I’ll use your head as a portage pack.

BRUNO Hey! I carry my weight — and yours too, big man. Just watch me in the rapids.

The brothers shove their canoe into the shallows. They climb in with practiced grace. Paddles bite water in perfect rhythm.

BIG JOE (raising his paddle high) En avant!

They begin to sing — the ancient call-and-response of the Voyageurs.

MIKE (lead singer, booming) En roulant ma boule, roulant, En roulant ma boule!

ALL THREE (chorus, voices strong and joyful) En roulant ma boule, roulant, En roulant ma boule!

The entire brigade joins. The song echoes across the river as dozens of canoes push off in a magnificent line, heading west into the unknown.

CUT TO:

EXT. OTTAWA RIVER RAPIDS – DAY – MONTAGE

White water crashes. The brothers shoot a dangerous chute. Bruno whoops, leaning hard on his paddle. Mike’s powerful strokes keep them steady. Joe scans the shore like a hawk.

They portage — carrying the heavy canoe and bales over slippery rocks, sweat pouring. Campfire nights: pemmican shared, stories of their Croatian father who became a Voyageur, dreams of a free northern land.

A SCOUT arrives by canoe at dusk.

SCOUT HBC men moving fast. A fancy Englishman named Blackthorn is spreading lies to the Ojibwe — says we bring war and poison.

BIG JOE (grim) Then we paddle harder. And we prove him wrong with honor.

CUT TO:

EXT. REMOTE FUR TRADING POST – DUSK

A rough log post on a misty lake. The brothers tie up. Lantern light spills.

SIR REGINALD BLACKTHORN (Russell Brand — wild hair, lace cravat askew under a fine coat, theatrical sneer and sparkling eyes) steps out, brandy glass in hand, two armed HBC thugs behind him.

BLACKTHORN (grand, mocking British drawl) Well, well. The singing circus arrives. Three strapping paddlers from Montreal, no doubt dreaming of beaver and glory. Tea, gentlemen? Or do you prefer that revolting pemmican slop? I have proper biscuits. Empire supplies the finer things.

MIKE (eyes narrowing) We’re here for trade, not your tea and lies.

BLACKTHORN (circling them, gesturing wildly) Lies? My dear muscular friends, the Crown has chartered this wilderness. Your little North West Company is a quaint French footnote. I offer you a gentleman’s bargain — switch sides, name your price, and I’ll see you live like lords instead of drowning in some godforsaken rapid. Refuse… and accidents do happen on these rivers.

BRUNO (stepping forward, fists clenched) We don’t trade honor for biscuits.

BLACKTHORN (smiling like a shark) How delightfully noble. How tragically temporary. The Lion always eats the songbirds.

He laughs — a mad, charismatic cackle — and saunters back inside.

CUT TO:

EXT. RIVER PORTAGE – NIGHT – ACTION SEQUENCE

The brothers sleep by their beached canoe. A shadowy figure (HBC thug) creeps forward with a knife, slicing the birchbark hull.

Bruno wakes first. A brutal fistfight erupts — Bruno vs. thug. Mike joins, smashing the man with a paddle. Joe spots two more attackers.

BIG JOE It’s Blackthorn’s work!

They fight hand-to-hand in the dark, grunting, splashing into the shallows. The brothers win. One thug flees into the woods.

MIKE (wiping blood) He wants war? We’ll give him one.

CUT TO:

EXT. GRAND PORTAGE TRADING POST – NIGHT – CLIMAX

A larger post on the shore of Lake Superior. Furs stacked high. Blackthorn’s men have set fire to the NWC cache. Chaos.

The Jukic brothers charge in, joined by OJIBWE ALLIES who have chosen their side.

BLACKTHORN (on a barrel, pistol waving, voice rising theatrically) You paddling peasants think a few songs and strong backs can hold back Empire? This land belongs to the Crown! I will burn every pelt before I let Frenchmen and half-breeds claim it!

BIG JOE This land belongs to those who respect it — not your King’s paper!

Epic brawl: Bruno in a savage knife-and-fist duel with a thug. Mike hurls a barrel, smashing two men. Joe outmaneuvers Blackthorn in a tense chase along the dock.

Blackthorn corners Joe, pistol raised.

BLACKTHORN (breathless, grinning) Any last poetic nonsense, Voyageur?

Joe knocks the pistol aside. They grapple. Blackthorn slips, falls into the water — captured by Ojibwe warriors.

BLACKTHORN (spluttering, still theatrical) You’ll hear from London! This isn’t over!

BIG JOE (standing tall, breathing hard) For us it is. The river keeps flowing.

CUT TO:

EXT. SUNRISE OVER LAKE SUPERIOR – NEXT MORNING

The brigade reforms. Furs secured. The brothers stand together, battered but proud.

MIKE (quietly) We did it. For the Company. For Canada.

BRUNO For each other.

BIG JOE (voice full of quiet pride) One day this wild country will be one nation — from sea to sea. And Voyageurs like us helped build it.

They push off. Paddles strike water.

ALL THREE (singing full-throated as the sun rises) En roulant ma boule, roulant… En roulant ma boule!

The canoes glide west into golden light.

FADE OUT.

THE END

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