The Death of a Prince (2012)

Actors

• AnnaMarie Brown (actor)
• Marvin El Ray Brown (actor)
• Jeremy Burnett (actor)
• Olajuwon Clarke (actor)
• Ro Costa (actor)
• Ralph Crump (actor)
• Cary Hite (actor)
• Jermain Hollman (actor)
• Jermain Hollman (actor)
• Dennis Leonard Johnson (actor)
• George Kolombos (actor)
• Noelle Lusane (actor)
• Richard Overton (actor)
• Malik Rashad (actor)
• E.J. An (actor)

Genres

• Action
• Drama
• Short

Taglines:

When in a boy lies prince-hood, it is his alone to claim or destroy.

Quotes:

Omar: Did anybody ever tell you you look like Beyonce?

Just Another Day (2009)

Actors

• Malik Barnhardt (actor)
• Rus Blackwell (actor)
• William Howard Bowman (actor)
• Neil Brown Jr. (actor)
• Jeph Cangé (actor)
• Earl Chaney (actor)
• Romeo Clarke (actor)
• Inny Clemons (actor)
• Brandon Cox (actor)
• Trick Daddy (actor)
• Young Dre (actor)
• Wood Harris (actor)
• Jamie Hector (actor)
• Michael L. Howard (actor)
• Meshaun Labrone Arnold (actor)

Genres

• Drama
• Music

The Body Beneath (1970)

Actors

• Robert Dahdah (actor)
• Colin Gordon (actor)
• Berwick Kaler (actor)
• Victor Parish (actor)
• Gavin Reed (actor)
• Richmond Ross (actor)
• Susan Clark (actress)
• Judith Heard (actress)
• Susan Heard (actress)
• Emma Jones (actress)
• Felicity Sentance (actress)
• Jackie Skarvellis (actress)
• Andy Milligan (writer)
• Andy Milligan (costume designer)
• Andy Milligan (director)

Genres

• Horror

Taglines:

Sexually Rampant Ghouls, Depraved Souls... And Blood-Red Roses!
Filmed in the graveyards of England
in Bone-Chilling Color

How I Won the War (1967)

Actors

• Norman Chappell (actor)
• Kenneth Colley (actor)
• James Cossins (actor)
• Michael Crawford (actor)
• Paul Daneman (actor)
• Mick Dillon (actor)
• Charles Dyer (actor)
• Bill Dysart (actor)
• Peter Graves (actor)
• Robert Hardy (actor)
• Jack Hedley (actor)
• Ewan Hooper (actor)
• Michael Hordern (actor)
• John Junkin (actor)
• Neil Aspinall (actor)

Genres

• Comedy
• War

Taglines:

"There have been far too many unwounded prisoners taken in this war!"
"What we want is more humane killers!"
"There's been some marvelous advances in surgery, thanks to war!"
If You Think Richard Lester's 'How I Won The War' Is Just Another War Film, Forget It...

Quotes:

Gripweed: And I'm not a thief, really. I've never found anything worth keeping.

Grapple: Never underrate the wily Pathan. What we're going on to now is the wily Pathan, followed the use of and handling of anti-gas carpet. The Pathan lives in India. India is a hot, strange country. It's full of wily Pathans and they're up to wily things, which is why I always wear spurs, even in cold weather. Now, my advice to you is always to keep your rifle strapped to a suitable portion of your body - your leg is good. Otherwise, you'll find the wily Pathan will strip himself mother-naked, grease himself all over - slippery as an eel - make off with your rifle, which is a crime. Any questions so far, or can we take gas?::Goodbody: Sir, has the pathan gone over to Hitler, sir?::Grapple: Grammar school boy?::Goodbody: Sir.::Grapple: No, he has not. Too wily for that, the wily Pathan, you'll find.::Goodbody: Then shall we be fighting him in this war, sir?::Grapple: Of course we will, boy! The British Army has always fought the wily Pathan. Stripped mother-naked, under the tent brailings like a snake, he is.::Goodbody: Why?::Grapple: [increasingly annoyed] Why, what? Why, what? We want to get on to gas. May save your life one day, gas.::Goodbody: Er, why has the British Army always fought the wily Pathan, sir?::Grapple: [very incensed] Because he's just like you are, a damn wily troublemaker! What's your name in full? How did you get into an O.C.T.U. without knowing your history? [sigh] God help your men. They'll be torn apart by the wily Pathan.

Grapple: That's the way to beat the Hun - dig in, then break through with sword and lance. [slight pause] I think.

Goodbody: [talking aloud to himself] I can't, I fear, I can't march properly on my own, as an officer, in the public eye.::Juniper: [sitting in back of a truck, smoking, holding a broom] Isn't that sickening when that happens to a chap? Couldn't your drill instructor do something about it? Like a quick jab up the crotch with a broom bass? [holds up broom]

Clapper: You married?::Gripweed: No, I play the harmonica.

Grapple: [standing atop a desert fortification] Fourth Muskets, aren't you?::Goodbody: [on the ground] Sir.::Grapple: Been expecting you. I'm your link to Army. Blue, white, and two reds.::Goodbody: I'm green, green, green, sir.::Grapple: Oh ho ho ho, I know you are.

Gripweed: Well, our officer calls me up and he says to me, he says, "Musketeer Gripweed..." He was a tall chap, some would call him weedy. I did. He said to me, and bear in mind that we were some few hundred miles behind enemy lines. He said, "green, green, green," so I did.

Juniper: [enters scene dressed as a clown, pulling a hobby horse, as if acting a scene] Will you take my horse, sir?::Transom: [to Goodbody] Take no large notice, sir. He is working what is known as ticket, sir. Keeps the lads amused. [Clapper, Drouge, and Spool join Juniper, dressed normally] Pick those bits up, Gripweed! [joining the scene] Where's your tin hat gone, Juniper?::Juniper: Losing by neglect, sir!::Transom: If I catch you without your tin hat in a battle zone again, I'll ram it down your throat!::Clapper: Losing by neglect, one mess tin.::Juniper: One mess tin!::Transom: Did you have your name on it? [aside, to Goodbody] Take no notice, sir.::Juniper: Scratched on!::Goodbody: Pull these...::Clapper: Scratched on?::Goodbody: ...men together!::Juniper: Scored it!::Transom: How dare you disfigure government property? Six days royal warrant. March him off, Musket Major. Two men! [exeunt Juniper, Clapper, Drogue, and Spool]::Transom: [to Goodbody] Ought to camouflage up, sir, or go - or go get the scrim up, sir, if you're stopping. Us in our, uh, vests here, sir. Exposed to all manner of nasty -::Goodbody: [interrupting, angry but calm] I'm going to explode, but I won't. I think the roller, don't you? [walks to background]

Juniper: [re-enters scene still dressed as a clown, Drogue, Spool, Gripweed, and Clapper in tow] Bayonet!::Transom: Bayonet?::Spool: Where's your bayonet?::Juniper: Must have left it sticking in the enemy, sir!::Spool: Spur!::Juniper: Where?::Transom: Where's your spur?::Juniper: Must have left it sticking in the horse, sir!::Goodbody: [calls out] Two men! [exeunt players]::Goodbody: [walks back to Transom and ex-Dooley, points his finger at ex-Dooley, shouting] There! On the end of my finger!::Gripweed: [re-enter players] Finger!::Juniper: Finger?::Gripweed: Musketeer Juniper, where's your finger?::Juniper: Must have left it sticking up the Khyber Pass, sir!::Transom: Self-inflicted injury! March him off, Musket Major! Two - wait for it! [pause, players posed as if frozen while running] Two men! [exeunt players]

Clapper: What we want is more humane killers!

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Spool - Queensryche

Turn another turn...
Turn another turn, sp00L...
I think therefore I am, familiar to most?
How long did we eat the seed planted by our host?
4 billion years between our ears
still hatred brings us many tears
Still we judge each other...
Why when we're only looking for the same high?
Grind time for old misconceptions.
Roll out new scenery as per suggestion.
Won't salute you. Won't desert you.
Won't be a prisoner of assumption anymore.
Does language define us? Is reality... words?
How far do we appear to be...
is the measure of... scope. But...
with our junkie soul, we face the need,
of nature's planned dependency.
Don't hold contempt for ecstasy
just... mourn the dead... on the (national) screen,
mourn the dead... on the screen, mourn the dead...
on the screen, mourn the dead... while they scream!!!
Grind time for old misconceptions.
Roll out new scenery as per suggestion.
Won't salute you. Won't desert you.
sp00L
Turn another turn!
Turn another turn!
sp00L
Turn another turn!
Don't need persuading by the status quo.
We can make changes.
If we open up we'll see... the history they sell us
holds the structure firm, reinforce the mold.
We need to strip it all away....
and let the sp00L turn, turn,
another turn,
another turn.
Watch it turn, watch it turn. What we'll learn.
Grind time for old misconceptions.
Roll out new scenery as per suggestion.
Won't salute you. Won't desert you.
sp00L
Turn another turn!
Turn another turn!
sp00L
Turn another turn!
Push away what they're selling me,
realize what we need to be.
Focus on a strategy to
open up our minds and then,