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...potential franchise role in Paramount's revival of The Saint. This isn't the clarety Simon Templar that George Sanders played in three Saint films in the '40s or the capering Roger Moore of the '60s TV show. Kilmer's Simon is a man unsure of his own identity and compelled to wear disguises as if he were shopping for a new soul. Similarly, Noyce eschews the campy look of Bond or Batman. The movie, about a post-Soviet plutocrat (Rade Serbedzija) who tries to mastermind a new Russian revolution, is dark--almost drab--and broody. It seems deeply riven...
...company's new osteoporosis drug. "It's the kind of concrete information Wall Street used to have a monopoly on because they were the only ones with the money to perform the research," says Randy Befumo, who composes the Motley Fool Evening News under the nom de cyberspace MF Templar...
Founded by a Belgian homeopath named Luc Jouret, the cult at first seemed to be a harmless New Age mishmash of astrology and health regimens professing to trace some of its ideas back to the Knights Templar, an order of Crusaders. By late 1994, the directions his sect was taking became horribly clear when Jouret and 52 fellow Templars were found dead as part of mass immolations in Switzerland and Quebec...
...Belgian Congo, now Zaire, he went to Brussels in the 1970s for medical training, then moved around the world studying acupuncture and homeopathy, a system of treatment based on minimum doses of medication. Along the way he found himself drawn to the spiritual arcana of the Knights Templar, a mystical brotherhood banned in France in the 14th century. Eventually he joined a French-based group called the Reformed Order of the Temple that mixed Roman Catholicism, yoga, alchemy and anticommunism under the leadership of an ex-Gestapo officer named Julien Origas. After Origas died in 1981, Jouret became leader...
...cold and dreary, but inside we found Ms. Werner in fine fettle, cooing merrily at her Bonsai tree. Clad in a chain-metal sheath and matching elbow-length gloves, both by Gaultier, with hair by Vidal Sassoon, Ms. Werner discoursed savvily on topic ranging from the Knights Templar to the common cold. As always, we were impressed by her smarts. But we were not where we were--that is, in the presence of genius disguised as high fashion--to engage in idle chitchat, but rather to query Ms. Werner about her latest artistic endeavour...