Big Boobs! Big Guns! Big Trouble!
Big Boobs! Big Guns! Big Trouble!!!
Plot
Haunted by a painful event in the past, developer, Trevor Harris finds himself searching for a vehicle to bring him peace. At first glance, one would think he has his addictions, and successful life in check. His lifestyle, and lovely caring wife are evidence of this. But something brews behind Trevor's eyes, corrosively attacking his psyche after a chance encounter with a seductive Asian lady named, Shi. Tantalized by her beauty and freedom she brings behind closed doors, Trevor loses control of his life, as his demons return. 'But did Trevor ever really have his life under control?' we ask, after learning, in the balance between what is beyond our understanding, and what is earthly.... Trevor's life was never what it seemed to have been.
Death is a Poem of Life
Strength In Despair
Plot
John does a commercial for a painkiller gel, he gets addicted and starts abusing this dangerous substance with strange side effects... An angry skinhead is terrorizing pedestrians and only someone from above can stop him... An old jogger breaks his leg in an attempt to impress some girls...You also get to watch a thriller about a bachelor party... The thriller unfortunately gets interrupted by a mother feeding her baby some TNT... Thank you for watching The Labrador Government.
Plot
Once a mercenary of Queen Elizabeth I fighting Spaniards in Africa, Solomon met the Devil's Reaper and discovered he was bound for hell. Barely escaping, he soon renounced violence to atone for his past sins, seeking out redemption in a life of peace. That is until the followers of sorcerer Malachi kidnap a Puritan girl, Meredith Crowthorn, and brutally slaughter her family before his very eyes, forcing Solomon to take up arms and return to his violent ways once more to rescue her.
Keywords: 1550s, 1600s, 16th-century, abbey, ambush, animated-credits, anti-hero, army, axe, axe-in-the-chest
Fight evil... With evil.
Meredith Crowthorn: Captain Kane.::Solomon Kane: Miss Meredith; how can I be of service?::Meredith Crowthorn: I made some clothes for you as your others were so torn.::Solomon Kane: I shall wear them with pride.
Malachi: Why do you care for her? You came here to save your soul.::Solomon Kane: She IS my soul.
Meredith Crowthorn: How... What are they?::Solomon Kane: These? They are the story of my life. See? Some of my own making; these marks and symbols here.::Meredith Crowthorn: What do they mean?::Solomon Kane: They are for... protection. Others, here, are wounds.::Meredith Crowthorn: How were you hurt?::Solomon Kane: I've been shot, stabbed and beaten more times than I can recall. These here, was a spear thrust by a tribesman of Africa.::Meredith Crowthorn: Africa? You were at sea?::Solomon Kane: I was a captain.
Solomon Kane: I was never more at home than I was at battle.
Solomon Kane: If I kill you, I am bound for hell. It is a price I shall gladly pay.
Solomon Kane: There are many paths to redemption, not all of them peaceful.
Solomon Kane: I'm a man of peace now.
Solomon Kane: I am not yet ready for Hell
Solomon Kane: Only devil here is me.
Solomon Kane: My God. Only you can help me now.
Morris: [first lines - into video camera] I remember looking out at the two of you, Tom playing on the dock, you watching. I was thinking how lucky you were to have a mom like her. And how lucky she was to have a boy like you. That's what you stole from me Simon. That's what I can never forgive.
Simon: [class monologue] Innocence is a hard thing to describe, it's like a scent, a thing which some people carry. And from the moment they found the bomb, the security officials knew my mother had nothing to do with it.
Morris: When someone carries that kind of anger around all of the time, they can seem stupid. That's the thing about anger, it sucks up a lot of intelligence.
Daniel: What do you think, can we get a rain check for martyrdom?
Simon: I think that this idea we get, that if you get to know someone, if you humanize them, it stops you from pulling the trigger or setting off the bomb or whatever, well that's just a myth we're taught, something we get from the movies. When the reality might be that's what actually inspires extreme action.
[last lines]::Simon: You looked happy.::Sabine: He was. We were happy.::Simon: And then what happened?::Sabine: Then he met your mom.::Simon: You let him go.::Sabine: No, I never let him go.
Plot
Crime novelist Catherine Tramell is living in London, and becomes the center of police investigation (yet again) when her football player boyfriend drowns in a car accident and it is revealed that he was already dead because of a drug overdose before Tramell drove the car into water. Police psychoanalyst Dr. Michael Glass is called for examining Tramell, and is intrigued by the seductive and manipulative woman. On the other hand , his friend Det. Roy Washburn is sure Tramell is guilty. Tramell asks Glass to treat her for her 'risk addiction' problem, and with each therapy session , Glass gets more and more suspicious about her intentions. As more and more murders are committed, including that of Glass's ex-wife, Glass becomes obsessed with proving Tramell's guilt even though the evidence is contradictory .
Keywords: autoerotic-asphyxiation, bare-breasts, bisexual, black-panties, box-office-flop, cigarette-smoking, cleavage, coitus, consensual-sex, copulation
Sometimes Obsession Can Be Murder
Everything interesting begins in the mind.
Catherine Tramell: Even Oedipus didn't see his mother coming.
Roy Washburn: What were you doing at 100 miles per hour?::Catherine Tramell: He was making me cum. And it was 110. We must've hit a pothole.::Roy Washburn: Kevin Franks died. You don't seem very worried.::Catherine Tramell: I'm devastated... I may never cum again
[to Glass]::Catherine Tramell: You know what I like about you? You enjoy being in control. Like me.
Dr. Michael Glass: I'm not the one on trial for murder.::Catherine Tramell: Not yet.
Catherine Tramell: When you think about fucking me, and I know you do, how do you picture it... doctor?
Catherine Tramell: You know how some guys are into blondes, and some guys are into killers?
Catherine Tramell: I might be manipulating you to create risk for myself.
Plot
Ben is a perfectionist and overachiever whose tunnel vision leads to nothing less than graduating at the top of his class. As he struggles to achieve social success, he discovers his darker side. He and his friends: Virgil, Daric and Han lead a double life of mischief and petty crimes to alleviate the pressures of perfection. As their adopted identity grows, the gang tumbles into a downward spiral of excitement, excess and fun.
Keywords: academic-contest, adopted-child, asian-american, asphyxiation, assault, bare-chested-male, based-on-true-story, basketball, basketball-court, batting-cage
Never underestimate an overachiever.
Who do you want to be?
The Boyfriend. The Beauty. The Overachiever. The Mastermind. The Clown. The Muscle.
[At a party]::Steve Choe: So this is where the Asians hang out?::Daric Loo: Yeah, the library's closed.
Stephanie Vandergosh: You know how you make decisions that lead to other decisions but you don't remember why you made those decisions in the first place.
Ben Manibag: Virgil called Han over to watch some new porn, I guess Virgil just didn't have the balls to do it all alone.
Steve Choe: You like Steph.::Ben Manibag: What?::Steve Choe: You want to take her to the winter formal?::Ben Manibag: Isn't that your job?::Steve Choe: I don't get into all that bullshit.::Ben Manibag: Why? You a fag or something?::Steve Choe: What do you think?
Steve Choe: Are you happy?::Ben Manibag: I don't know.::Steve Choe: Fuck. That's the most truthful thing I've ever heard.
[Virgil is lying down on Han's car and Han smacks him]::Han: Get the fuck off my car!
Steve Choe: Everyone needs a wake-up call.
Virgil Hu: Oh dude, did I tell you? I got it.::Ben Manibag: Got what?::Virgil Hu: Remember how I told you I once saw Stephanie Vandergosh in a porn? Well I got it.::Ben Manibag: Shut the fuck up.::Virgil Hu: I'll show you right now fool!::Virgil Hu, Ben Manibag: [Both Laugh]
Virgil Hu: Dude, do you know what I could do if I had my own place?::Ben Manibag: What? Jerk off at the dinner table?
Han: [to Ben] People like you and me, we don't have to play by the rules, we can make our own.
Plot
Thriller about a New York ex-cop and an attractive female sheriff who fall in love while investigating a string of mysterious cattle mutilations in a small Colorado town. Urich is great as Reuben Castle, the retired alcoholic police lieutenant out visiting the town with his tomboy daughter. At first he tries to stay out of the case but finds himself involved after the mysterious death of his friend Joe Hiatt, the editor of the local paper whose theories about black helicopters have aroused the ire of cattle baron Ben Morgan. Trying miserably to stay sober, Castle finds himself back in danger and in love, as he and the sheriff work together to get to the bottom of the mystery, encountering incredible danger and resistance from the frightened locals.
Keywords: 16-year-old, ambiguous-ending, biological-weapon, cattle, cattle-mutilation, cattle-slaughter, chemical-warfare, conspiracy, detective, father-daughter-relationship
What you don't know can kill you.
Steele: We spent a lot of shit on this, Morgan, waiting for the right - the right conditions. We duplicated fucking Moscow here. We're this close, do you understand? Nothing is gonna get in our way. Nothing.
Chester: [breaking away from kissing] Hey, hey. How old are you?::Mackenzie Castle: Nineteen.::Chester: No - Really?::Mackenzie Castle: Chicken.
Harriet Purdue: Fred, I showed you Ben Morgan's body. The man virtually *exploded*.::Mayor: What do you expect out of somebody who was thrown out of a damned pickup truck?
Joe Hiatt: You know in almost every case, bright lights in the sky, no tracks, strange noises...::Ruben Castle: UFOs, huh?::Joe Hiatt: Look pal, if it's UFOs, it's bigger than all of us. That's like saying God did it. But if it's not UFOs...
Ruben Castle: Those two couldn't mutilate a hot dog without leaving tracks. This devil cult stuff is just to throw you off. You better keep looking, Sheriff.
Ruben Castle: What are you doin'?::Mackenzie Castle: Nothin'.::Ruben Castle: What are you grinnin' at?::Mackenzie Castle: Nothin'!::Ruben Castle: You're sixteen, that guy's thirty years old!::Mackenzie Castle: So what? My mother was sixteen when she married you, right?::Ruben Castle: So what?::Mackenzie Castle: Yeah? So I like older men. They remind me of the father I never had.::Ruben Castle: Oh, yeah, yeah? Well, you got one now, kid.
Dr. Ross: The test results from the catalog that you sent to me were interesting.::Harriet Purdue: Really! What'd you find?::Dr. Ross: First, the incisions. Laser surgery is what I'd have to guess. And we also found traces of a rare bacterium: Clostridium botulinum.::Harriet Purdue: What?::Dr. Ross: Botulinum. It's a poison, extremely deadly. And uh, this particular strain has been modified by gene splicing.::Harriet Purdue: Where does it come from?::Dr. Ross: Well, I'd never sign my name to this. Uh, Lieutenant Castle did say he wouldn't quote me?::Harriet Purdue: No, I won't.::Dr. Ross: Yes, well, uh, the only place I've ever heard of it showing up was in some germ warfare tests that the government was doing, back before this was all banned, back in 1969 and 1970. So, what have you got going on out there?
Ruben Castle: If what's goin' on around here is organized, you don't want to go up against it. The government, the right wing, the left wing, mercenaries, the mob... It doesn't make much difference if you get in their way.
Ruben Castle: So how you like chasin' bad guys?::Harriet Purdue: Aw, we don't have many bad guys out here in the sticks, Lieutenant.::Ruben Castle: Lesson Number One: There are bad guys everywhere.
A skinhead is a member of a subculture that originated among working class youths in London, England in the 1960s and then soon spread to other parts of the United Kingdom, and later to other countries around the world. Named for their close-cropped or shaven heads, the first skinheads were greatly influenced by West Indian (specifically Jamaican) rude boys and British mods, in terms of fashion, music and lifestyle. Originally, the skinhead subculture was primarily based on those elements, not politics or race. Since then, however, attitudes toward race and politics have become factors by which some skinheads align themselves. The political spectrum within the skinhead scene ranges from the far right to the far left, although many skinheads are apolitical.[citation needed] Fashion-wise, skinheads range from a clean-cut 1960s mod-influenced style to less-strict punk- and hardcore-influenced styles.
In the late 1950s, despite the United Kingdom's entrenched class system that restricted working class people's opportunities,[citation needed] the post-war economic boom led to an increase in disposable income among many young people. Some of those youths spent that income on new fashions popularized by American soul groups, British R&B bands, certain movie actors, and Carnaby Street clothing merchants. These youths became known as mods, a youth subculture noted for its consumerism and devotion to fashion, music and scooters.
S, is cause you're so stupid
K, just like the KKK
I, cause you're an idiot
N, and a Nazi too
H, is cause we hate you
E, each and everyday
A cause you're an asshole
D, disappear and go away
S, is cause we're sorry
K, you're a knuckle-head
I, is for isocracy
N, and its not real cool
H, cause we're still hoping
E, each and everyday
A, together we can create anarchy
Skinhead, Skinhead drink tonight
The beers are going down like water
You worked all week nine to five
Another day is over
Skinhead at the futbol game
He cheers The Revolution with his mates
Skinhead, Skinhead close the bar
Another night is over
I'm singin' Oi Skinhead
Singin' Oi Oi Skinhead
I'm singin' Oi Skinhead
Singin' Oi Oi Skinhead
Skinhead's gonna push his luck
Skinhead doesn't give a fuck
Skinhead you're a lot like me
Says the war is over
Singin' Oi Skinhead
Singin' Oi Oi Skinhead
Singin' Oi Skinhead
Did you ever had the bottle to
Lace up a pair of bovver boots
Walk down the street with a shaven head
and your heart pounding with pride
British braces holding up your stay press
Real doc martins smacking in your faces
And knowing no one is better than you
Did you wanna be a lionheart
skinhead skinhead skinhead skinhead
Wanna be hard and smart
skinhead skinhead skinhead skinhead
Did you wanna be a lionheart
skinhead skinhead skinhead skinhead
Wanna be hard and smart
skinhead skinhead skinhead skinhead
bash the snobs, bash the yuppie scum
bash the fash (something)
Show em your hate
show em the upper boot
Before the fight
no matter what don't take no prisoners
this ones for real
this ones for us
this ones for real
this ones for US!
Did you wanna be a lionheart
skinhead skinhead skinhead skinhead
Wanna be hard and smart
skinhead skinhead skinhead skinhead
Did you wanna be a lionheart
skinhead skinhead skinhead skinhead
Wanna be hard and smart
skinhead skinhead skinhead skinhead
This time we're coming for you boys
OI! OI! OI!
Did you ever had the bottle to
Lace up a pair of bovver boots
Walk down the street with a shaven head
and your heart pounding with pride
British braces holding up your stay press
Real doc martins smacking in your faces
And no one knowing this better then you
Did you wanna be a lionheart
skinhead skinhead skinhead skinhead
Wanna be hard and smart
skinhead skinhead skinhead skinhead
Did you wanna be a lionheart
skinhead skinhead skinhead skinhead
Wanna be hard and smart
skinhead skinhead skinhead skinhead
Skinhead, Skinhead, Skinhead, Skinhead, skinhead
Skinhead, Skinhead, Skinhead, Skinhead, skinhead
Skinhead, Skinhead, Skinhead, Skinhead, skinhead
We will never fade and die
whatever you try to do
We're the first of today and
the last of tomorrow
Skinhead's not a fashion
it's a way of life
[ Chorus ]
Skinhead, Skinhead never give up
stick together and act as one
You never, never, never give up,
You stick together and act as one
You see us on the telly
You read about us in the news
We will never fade and die
Whatever you try to do
You see us on the telly
You read about us in the news
We will never fade and die
Whatever you try to do
[ Chorus x2 ]
We will never fade and die whatever you try to do
We're the first of today and the last of tomorrow
Skinhead's not a fashion it's a way of life
[Chorus]
Skinhead, Skinhead never give up
stick together and act as one
You never, never, never give up,
You stick together and act as one
You see us on the telly
You read about us in the news
We will never fade and die
Whatever you try to do
You see us on the telly
You read about us in the news
We will never fade and die
Whatever you try to do
[Chorus x2]
when a skinhead walks down the street...
every chick heart skips a beat...
when a skinhead walks down the street..
every chick heart skips a beat..
the cheapman said : you lookin good...
in your braces and bovver boots...
the cheapman said : you lookin good...
in your braces and bovver boots..
skinhead..skinhead...
When He's in your neighborhood
Walking down your street
Keep you distance
Clear a path
Or just call the police
Cuz He may try and greet you
Or He may pull a knife
He's not having a bad day,
He's a bad life
Cuz He's a Skinhead, Skinhead, Skinhead, Skinhead!
He's been to the city jail
And the Federal pen
He's done his share of drugs
And killed one or two men (Oi!)
He broke their bones and cracked some skulls
On contract for the month
His bosses, he scared so He lost His job
Cuz He's a Skinhead, Skinhead, Skinhead, Skinhead!
When He's in your neighborhood
Walking down your street
Keep you distance
Clear a path
Or just call the police
Cuz He may try and greet you
Or He may pull a knife
He's not having a bad day,
He's a bad life