Bad Influences (2011)

Actors

• Michael Bennett Smith (actor)
• Carlie Nettles (actress)
• Jaye Sarah Davidson (miscellaneous crew)
• Michael Copponex (editor)
• Tamara McShane (actress)
• Holly Pearson (actress)
• Jacob Jester (producer)
• Jacob Jester (editor)
• Dexter McDaniel (actor)
• Kate Emery (writer)
• Kate Emery (director)
• Jeremy Eckman (actor)
• Noah Ginex (actor)
• Jennifer Marschand (actor)

Genres

• Comedy
• Family
• Romance
• Short

Clara Hakedosha (1996)

Actors

• Marek Rozenbaum (producer)
• Pavel Kohout (writer)
• Menashe Noy (actor)
• Natan Elkanovich (costume designer)
• Etgar Keret (actor)
• Jenya Dodina (actress)
• Yigal Naor (actor)
• Uri Sabag (producer)
• Lucy Dubinchik (actress)
• Orly Silbersatz Banai (actress)
• Dov Stoyer (editor)
• Ari Folman (writer)
• Ari Folman (director)
• Maya Maron (actress)
• Ori Sivan (writer)

Genres

• Drama
• Fantasy
• Romance

Taglines:

welcome to golda meir junior high school home of the bewitching and the bewitched
MiKan Tatchil HaMahapecha [The Revolution Will Start Here]

Quotes:

Tikel's Dad: [Upon winning the lottery] The first time you're happy about something I did.::Tikel's Mom: [Looking at their son] The second time.

Vered Rosental: Get in, fairy. We'll take you for a ride in heaven.

Elvis Chanov: Great dog! He looks like he belongs to Bob Marley.

Teacher Mounitz: You think the kids made a jerk out of me, huh? I'm a jerk. I know. But you know what? I had one day in my life like you'll never have. When I was in America, I was sent to Vietnam. The minute I landed a friend took me to a whorehouse. The girls were 14. I was with seven at once. Suddenly, a chopper landed in the middle of the war, and Bobby Fisher gets out. The great Fisher played chess with 60 soldiers at once. I was the only one who won. They took me to Virginia with him and recruited me for the American army chess team. One day in Vietnam.

Headmaster Tissona: I want to tell you about a dream I had. I'm in a bobsled, sliding down the snow at amazing speed. And who do you think is sitting with me? Edith Piaf. She's with me. Edith Piaf!::Eddie Tikel: Who is she, sir?::Headmaster Tissona: She's not relevant to the story. Ask your father. And while sliding, she's singing, "Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien." And I hold her and feel her holiness flow into my heart. People on the sidelines hand us cups of tea, like in a marathon. But we can't stop the sled. I can't find the brakes. See how this connects to you?

Rosy: Why's this place called the Monroe Seismographic Institute?::Eddie Tikel: Marilyn Monroe. Don't you know? She was Richter's whore. The guy who measured earthquakes.::Libby: When there's an earthquake, the scientists are really happy. The seismograph draws Marilyn Monroe naked, and they determine the size of the wake by the size of her tits.::Rosy: That Richter was a real pervert.

No Control (1927)

Actors

• Larry Steers (actor)
• Tom Wilson (actor)
• Scott Sidney (director)
• Tay Garnett (writer)
• Phyllis Haver (actress)
• Jack Duffy (actor)
• Harrison Ford (actor)
• E.J. Ratcliffe (actor)
• Zelda Sears (writer)
• John C. Flinn (miscellaneous crew)
• Frank Condon (writer)
• Toby Claude (actress)
• E.J. Babille (director)

Genres

• Comedy

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Asthma - P.O.D.
• Asthma - Million Dead

Breathe!
Suffocation within
because of what your sayin'
To understand!
Is to begin again
Yet to Begin!
Is to live again
I tried living my life through your eyes
Smother me with your ways, to death, no breath.
Your choking what little faith I have left.
In time I find the truth lies, Inside the truth lies, Inside
Breathe!
Suffocation within
because of what your sayin'
To understand!
Is to begin again
Yet to Begin!
Is to live again
I would die, to breathe again
I would die, to breathe again
I would die, to breathe again
I would die, to breathe again
Breathe!
Suffocation
I want to Breathe!
Suffocation
I understand
I would die, to breathe again
I would die, to breathe again

It's very late and I'm staring at my first guitar and
having doubts about my paramour. I'm kept awake by the
whitest noise, the frail voice that made me make a choice
i would ignore. I'm reaching for these notes although its
easier to sing falsetto than really strain. It's easier
to hide behind a line about a troubled mind then to
explain; that i am a cat to your asthma, and you are the
smoke to my cancer. And i can heal a break by walking on
a shattered limb with the bravest grin instead of a
tourniquet. But you cant clean a wound by wallowing in
words unspoken, vows now broken washing time away. I know
that i cant stem the flow with fingertips, the technique
wrong, the pulse too strong, im bloodied with my remorse.
But you dont leave the scar you scratch at it. In silent
halls and empty draws i'll measure out my loss. I am a
cat to your asthma, and you were the smoke to my cancer,
and you were the care to my violence, but I was the sound