Plot
Manipulative high school sophomore Kimberly Joyce leads her friends Brittany Wells and Randa Azzouni in bringing charges of sexual assault against Percy Anderson, their English and drama teacher at an exclusive private school in Beverly Hills. Meanwhile, local reporter Emily Klein, originally assigned to do an insignificant piece on the school, hopes that the scandal will launch her into celebrity in the television news business, while Kimberly's bigoted father, Hank, is concerned primarily with the effect that his daughter's accusations may have on his business.
Keywords: accusation, ambition, american-flag, anal-sex, anti-semitism, aspiring-actress, audition, best-friend, bestiality-joke, beverly-hills-california
Evil comes in a school uniform.
The devil wears a grey skirt and her name is Kimberly Joyce.
Revenge knows no mercy
Kimberly Joyce: Look, I'm really trying okay, but I don't know how to be sexy! I mean, I'm only fifteen!
Randa: [while watching pornography in which a woman is moaning loudly] How... how is it, please, that two men... at one time... how can this be?::Kimberly Joyce: One of them is doing her up the butt.::Randa: Up the... such a thing is not possible... it is too small, the aperture.
Kimberly Joyce: Brittany and I are the best of friends; we confide in each other. Like the other day, Brittany confided that she feels dirty when she masturbates, but I told her that it was normal and healthy, even when you do it as much as she does.
Kimberly Joyce: [to Emily Klein, a lesbian reporter] I could never give up men, I like cock too much, but sometimes, I just need a woman's touch.
Kimberly Joyce: Kathy?::Kathy: Yes?::Kimberly Joyce: Kathy!::Kathy: Yes?::Kimberly Joyce: Do you fuck dogs? When you were fucking my dog, he was going like this - [imitates a dog having an orgasm]
[from trailer]::Randa: Then he said, "Now I'm going to touch you on your boobs".::Mr. Anderson: I would never say "boobs", I'm an English teacher! Breasts... I would say breasts.
[from trailer]::Kimberly Joyce: It's like the world is this orchestra and I'm the conductor.
Kimberly Joyce: I have respect for all races, but I'm very glad that I was born white. As a woman, it's the best race to be. Especially if you want to become an actress, like I do. [pause] If I wasn't white, then the next thing I would wanna be is Asian because a lot of men like Asian girls because they think they're docile and subservient and sweet which I don't really think is true because I once met this Asian girl at summer camp one time and she was a real bitch. [pause] If I couldn't be white and I also couldn't be Asian, then my third choice would be African-American because I've always wanted to be a gospel singer and also, black men are more forgiving if your butt gets big. Except I'd definitely want light skin and Caucasian features like... Vanessa Williams or Halle Berry. And finally, you know, no offense or anything Randa, but my very last choice would be Arab. I mean, truth be told you're not in a very enviable position. There's a lot of resentment in this country toward the Middle East and there's a lot of stereotypes floating around which I don't think are true because in the short amount of time I've known you, you haven't tried to bomb anybody and you currently smell okay to me.
Kimberly Joyce: Okay, it is time to open up my Big Bag of Fun. These are assorted items that I've stolen from Dad for our consumption this evening. Item number one, Dad's wine-flavored cigars.::Brittany Wells: Ech, don't those things make you cough?::Kimberly Joyce: No, they're cigars, you don't have to swallow - I mean, inhale. [offers one to Randa]::Randa: No thanks.::Kimberly Joyce: Are you sure, Randa? To become succesful actresses, you have to learn how to smoke them. It's trendy.::Brittany Wells: That's true.::Randa: No thank you, I do not smoke.::Kimberly Joyce: Okay... Uh, item number two, one of my dad's many *many* pornos - Titty Lickers 2: The Search for Golden Curlies.::Brittany Wells: Ew! Why would we wanna watch a porno?::Kimberly Joyce: 'Cause they're funny. Besides, we have to teach Randa about sex and this is the best way to learn. And item number three - and I could get into real real trouble if I got caught with these - Dad's Twinkies.::Brittany Wells: Eh - too fattening.::Kimberly Joyce: Would you *please* stop criticizing everything in my Big Bag of Fun? I spent a lot of time putting this together!
Kimberly Joyce: Put it back on, I wanna watch the Real World.::Brittany Wells: I hate the Real World. those girls are bitches.::Kimberly Joyce: You're a bitch!::Brittany Wells: Yeah, well you're a trollop.::Kimberly Joyce: Fine! [pause] I'm sorry I called you a bitch.::Brittany Wells: It's okay. I'm sorry I called you a trollop. I don't really even know what one is.::Kimberly Joyce: It's a promiscuous woman, often a prostitute.::Brittany Wells: [thoughtfully] Hm...
Plot
Prepared for a routine flight across the Pacific, lonely widower and pilot Jack Russell maneuvers his jet into the sky and unknowingly tightens the gap between his passengers and doom. Lying dormant in the craft's hull is a secret shipment of genetically engineered Scorpion fetuses, the creation of Dr. Jennifer Ryan and her team of biochemists for the purpose of discovering a vaccine. At the same time, Yaffi and his brother Sudan sneak onto the airplane speaking in hushed tones about a conspiracy of their own; to smuggle themselves into America. One of Jennifer's most trusted colleagues uses this opportunity to break into the cargo hold and steal the Scorpions. Each fetus sleeps submerged in a jell liquid inside its own glass container. While transferring the fetuses from their secure metal unit the scientist is discovered by security. A desperate fight ensues, containers break, and the Scorpions open their ugly black eyes.
Keywords: airplane, creature, creature-feature, cryogenics, genetics, giant-insect, independent-film, murder, scientist, scorpion
A Tail of Terror
No one can hear them sting.
Don't Fasten Your Seatbelt!
Sudan (i/suːˈdæn/ or /suːˈdɑːn/;Arabic: السودان, as-Sūdān), officially the Republic of the Sudan (Arabic: جمهورية السودان, Jumhūrīyat as-Sūdān), sometimes called North Sudan, is an Arab state in North Africa (sometimes also considered to be part of the Middle East). It is bordered by Egypt to the north, the Red Sea to the northeast, Eritrea and Ethiopia to the east, South Sudan to the south, the Central African Republic to the southwest, Chad to the west, and Libya to the northwest. The population of Sudan is a combination of indigenous inhabitants of Nile Valley, and descendants of migrants from the Arabian Peninsula. Due to the process of Arabisation common throughout the rest of the Arab World, today Arab culture predominates in Sudan. The majority of the population of Sudan adheres to Islam. The Nile divides the country between east and west sides.
The people of Sudan have a long history extending from antiquity which is intertwined with the history of Egypt. Sudan suffered seventeen years of civil war during the First Sudanese Civil War (1955–1972) followed by ethnic, religious and economic conflicts between the Muslim Arab northern Sudanese and the mostly animist and Christian Nilotes of Southern Sudan. This led to the Second Sudanese Civil War in 1983. Because of continuing political and military struggles, Sudan was seized in a bloodless coup d'état by colonel Omar al-Bashir in 1989, who thereafter proclaimed himself President of Sudan. The civil war ended with the signing of a Comprehensive Peace Agreement which granted autonomy to what was then the southern region of the country. Following a referendum held in January 2011, South Sudan seceded on 9 July 2011 with the consent of Sudan's President al-Bashir.
...Vanished in fury of smoke. Before she left she spoke about a problem and a plan. She said "I plan to make my escape, gonna check out the United States. Can't take this island wasteland. How can I be who I want when they know me as who I am? Besides, people work their whole lives hoping to get here. I figure they could use the room. A great place to get rich, have kids and die. I probably won't be coming back so soon. How can I be who I want if I stay here with you? So goodnight, Dark Island. It's the weight of life spent peeking out from beneath the trees...the way the front lawns wander on endlessly. And it's not a bad life. Working 9-5, weekend gardening and cheating on your wife. But if you find yourself broken in the slow mercury of days, and have the courage for the traffic, I know a secret to escape: just be who it is they want. It's easy to find your way. I can't help feeling like there's never enough friends or any friendly faces, just a bunch of clever ways to say "Jesus Saves'"
wow wow wo yo Sudan - Sudan, Sudan, Sudan, Sudan, Sudan x4
We be on to the United Nations
There are nothing but a front
Claim they've been observing so long
Many moons and months
Why you never see de suffering nation
Tell I, tell I
Who will help our people in starvation
Hail Sudan, going through our struggle
Like how you help those who fight that that armed struggle
Hail Sudan, not for personal benefit
Oh help Sudan, even thou she's not rich
wow wow wo yo Sudan - Sudan, Sudan, Sudan, Sudan, Sudan x4
Give har likkle peace
Prosperity gradually come
An end to war
They have put down their guns
Children die for cost
They know not about
And this is not word a mouth
Oh Sudan, we see your plight
Downwind there is a comin',
A rumble in the sand.
Sets our feet to running,
For the fear of the faceless man.
For the fear of the faceless man.
But if I had an arsenal and if it was ten feet tall,
Then I would put an end to it all.
And if I had wheat to burn,
And if I had a lot to learn,
Then it still would not matter what color you were.
And if I had but one wish on which to stand,
I'd wish the weapons all turn to sand.
I'd see the gunners watch their empty hands,
Fall down to their sides.
Downwind they come up lonely,
All hungry for the kill.
The horses do the pounding,
But it's a blood that's going to spill.
It's a dark blood that's going to spill.
But if I had an arsenal and if it was ten feet tall,
Then it wouldn't matter what color you were.
And if I had but one wish on which to stand,
I'd see the weapons all turn to sand.
I'd see the gunners watch their empty hands,
Fall down to their sides.
If I had but one wish on which to stand,
I'd have the weapons all leave Sudan.
I'd see the gunners wash their empty hands,
Down by the riverside.
Ghost town in my homeland,
I will come back again.
And if you make a ghost of me,
I will still be free.
Ghost town in my homeland,
I will come back again.
If you make a ghost out of me,
I will still be free.
If I had but one wish on which to stand,
I'd see the weapons all leave this land.
I'd see the gunners watch their empty hands,
Fall down to their sides.
If I had but one wish on which to stand,
I'd see the weapons all leave Sudan.
I'd see the gunners wash their empty hands,
Down by the riverside.
Down by the riverside.