Plot
Novella McClure is like most struggling actresses in Los Angeles: she's in her early 30s, her fake name sounded cooler ten years ago, and she hasn't landed a role in three years. To top it all off, she's developed a disturbing habit of eating her own flesh. Novella desperately tries to hide her strange condition from her motherly landlord, Eesha, and somewhat psychopathic best friend, Candice, but her body and mind continue to deteriorate in the depressing world of failed auditions and sketchy night clubs. Can a romantic relationship with her psychiatrist prevent her from self destruction? Or will her fatal habit continue to eat away at her?
Louis Szekely (born September 12, 1967), known professionally as Louis C.K. ( /ˈluː.iː ˈsiːkeɪ/), is an Emmy and Grammy award winning Mexican-American stand-up comedian, radio host, television and film writer, actor and director. He is the star of the FX comedy series Louie, which he also writes, directs, and edits, although starting with the third season he will no longer edit.
C.K.'s stage name is derived from an approximate English pronunciation of his Hungarian surname, Szekely (Hungarian pronunciation: [ˈseːkɛj]). C.K. was born in Washington, D.C., the son of Mary Louise (née Davis), a software engineer, and Luis Szekely, an economist. C.K.'s paternal grandfather, a Jewish Hungarian, emigrated to Mexico, where he met C.K.'s paternal grandmother, who was a Catholic Mexican of Spanish and Mexican Indian ancestry. C.K.'s father was born in Mexico and C.K.'s mother is an American of Irish Catholic ancestry. The two met at Harvard University while his father was trying to finish his degree during a summer-school program. Although C.K. was born in D.C., he lived in Mexico City until the age of seven. His first language is Spanish, and he still retains Mexican citizenship.
Charles Kenneth Williams (b. November 4, 1936) is an American poet. Senior poet Paul Muldoon has described him as “one of the most distinguished poets of his generation.”
Williams grew up in Newark, New Jersey and graduated from Columbia High School in Maplewood. He later studied at Bucknell University and the University of Pennsylvania. During this time, he spent five lonely months in Paris trying to write before realizing he knew nothing about poetry, noting in a New York Times article, that "It was an incredibly important time, not much happened and yet my life began then. I discovered the limits of loneliness." He returned to Pennsylvania determined to learn something of poetry and began his writing career. He launched himself as a vehement anti-war poet during the U. S. conflicts in southeast Asia. His first collection, Lies, was politically engaged; 1972 saw his first collection of explicitly antiwar poems.
He began teaching in 1975, first at a Y.M.C.A. in Philadelphia, later at Drexel University, and then at the Franklin & Marshall College.
David Michael Letterman (born April 12, 1947) is an American television host and comedian. He hosts the late night television talk show, Late Show with David Letterman, broadcast on CBS. Letterman has been a fixture on late night television since the 1982 debut of Late Night with David Letterman on NBC. Letterman recently surpassed friend and mentor Johnny Carson for having the longest late-night hosting career in the United States of America.
Letterman is also a television and film producer. His company Worldwide Pants produces his show as well as its network follow-up The Late Late Show with Craig Ferguson. Worldwide Pants has also produced several prime-time comedies, the most successful of which was Everybody Loves Raymond, currently in syndication.
In 1996, David Letterman was ranked #45 on TV Guide's 50 Greatest TV Stars of All Time.
Letterman was born in Indianapolis, Indiana. His father, Harry Joseph Letterman (April 1915 – February 1973), was a florist of British descent; his mother Dorothy Letterman (née Hofert, now Dorothy Mengering), a Presbyterian church secretary of German descent, is an occasional figure on the show, usually at holidays and birthdays.
William J. "Bill" Simmons III (born September 25, 1969) is a sports columnist, author, and podcaster. He currently writes columns and hosts podcasts for Grantland.com, which is affiliated with ESPN.com. He is a former writer for ESPN The Magazine and Jimmy Kimmel Live!. Nicknamed The Sports Guy, formerly The Boston Sports Guy, Simmons gained the attention of ESPN with his web site, BostonSportsGuy.com which earned him a job offer in 2001.
Since joining ESPN in 2001, in addition to writing for ESPN.com, he has also hosted his own podcast on ESPN.com titled The B.S. Report, appeared as a special contributor on the television series E:60, and serves as an executive producer of ESPN's documentary project, 30 for 30. He also has written two best-selling books and worked as a writer for Jimmy Kimmel Live!. On June 8, 2011, Simmons launched Grantland.com, an online magazine for which he serves as Editor-in-chief. At this point he began publishing his Sports Guy columns and B.S. Report podcasts on Grantland, which are then linked to from ESPN.com.
Ricky Dene Gervais (/dʒərˈveɪz/; born 25 June 1961) is an English comedian, actor, director, producer, musician, writer, and former radio presenter.
Gervais achieved mainstream fame with his television series The Office and the subsequent series Extras, both of which he co-wrote and co-directed with frequent collaborator Stephen Merchant. In addition to writing and directing the shows, Gervais played the lead roles of David Brent in The Office and Andy Millman in Extras. Gervais has also starred in a number of Hollywood films, assuming leading roles in Ghost Town and The Invention of Lying. He has performed on four sell-out stand-up comedy tours, written the best-selling Flanimals book series and starred with Merchant and Karl Pilkington in the most downloaded podcast in the world as of March 2009,The Ricky Gervais Show.
He has won multiple awards and honours, including seven BAFTA Awards, five British Comedy Awards, two Emmy Awards, three Golden Globe Awards and the 2006 Rose d'Or, as well as a Screen Actors Guild Award nomination. In 2007 he was voted the 11th greatest stand-up comic on Channel 4's 100 Greatest Stand-Ups and again in the updated 2010 list as the 3rd greatest stand-up comic. In 2010 he was named on the TIME 100 list of the world's most influential people.
You're OK with me, oh K K K
Kindergarten kids in the nursery school
Kissin' and huggin' with K
You're a kissable letter, oh K K K
Kangaroos and kittens, Kathy and Kate, K K K
I'd like to keep you awhile
I'm keen on you
Even when you're silent, you knock me out
You know a thing or two about the alphabet
Now don't you? Whoo!
You're OK with me oh K K K
Keavis and Kennels and Kevin and Kim, K K K
K K K K K!!!!!
Fuck you titty suckin' two balled bitch with a fat green clit. My big conhoto bitch. Oh shit, fucking ass licking piss sucking cunt, these nuts on your lips Kentucky fried Kung-Pao clits
I don't know what to say.
So what? Don't give a fuck, man
I don't know what to say.
So what?
Saggy tits swinging between your fat crusty armpits. Big ass hairy mole between your pussy lips. Fuck shit cock dick cunt tit barf piss. Balls ass pecker quief oh shit fuck bitch, damn fucking diarrhea slut with hips...
I don't know what to say.
So what? Don't give a fuck, man
I don't know what to say.
So what?
I have fought to find somethin' to say
But now I've found somethin' to say
Fuck you
Punk ass bitch
Fuck you
Punk ass bitch
I don't know what to say.
So what? Don't give a fuck, man
I don't know what to say.
So what?
Cunt.
Fuck.
Shit.
Bitch.
A dank back room in Kensal Rise
Is alright in summertime
But as the daylight fades to gloom
I wanna leave the room
Faithless apologies
All broken promises
Choking on emptiness
That's all I ever get
Smoking wet cigarettes
Smoking wet cigarettes
Trying to smoke wet cigarettes
Two on a single mattress
A semi-detachedness
Electric blanket bedroom eyes
Won't keep us warm tonight
Faithless apologies
All broken promises
Choking on emptiness
That's all I ever get
Smoking wet cigarettes
Smoking wet cigarettes
As I turn my collar up
And run for the last bus
An ashtray full of ifs and burnt out butts
I know we said too much
Faithless apologies
All broken promises
Choking on emptiness
That's all I ever get
Smoking wet cigarettes...
Ingonyama nengw' enamabala
Night
And the spirit of life calling
Mamela
And a voice
With the fear of a child asking
Mamela
Wait
There's no mountain too great
Hear these words and have faith
Have faith
They live in you
They live in me
They're watching over
Everything we see
In every creature
In every star
In your reflection
They live in you
They live in you
They live in me
They're watching over
Everything we see
In every creature
In every star
In your reflection
They live in you
Ingonyama nengw' enamabala
Back into that falling night
the birches and the silhouettes
the haunted plain, sweet lord
here I am again
You flower through my nails
and skin moving like the sunlight
in the alleyways but in this life
Es ist Nacht und am Fernseh'n laeuft grad MTViva
Vor Entsetzen rutsch ich in den Kissen immer tiefa.
Wenn ich da was zu sagen haette gab's jetzt nicht Take That,
Sondern Motoerhead und Toy Dolls braechten mich zu Bett.
Ich wuerd Vanessa ihre blauen Haare rosa faerben
Und 3x jede Stunde kaem' Ein Guter Tag zum Sterben
East 17 wuerde ich in' Muelleimer kicken
Und Kristiane Backer muesste mit mir singen. :-)
Das Alles und noch viel mehr
Wuerd' ich machen,
Wenn ich Koenig von MTV waer.
Das Alles und noch viel mehr
Wuerd' ich machen,
Wenn ich Koenig von Viva waer.
Ja, hallo ich bin der Schmitti und ich muss mich jetzt beschweren,
Weil ich spiel' so toll Bass und keiner kann es richtig hoer'n.
Wenn ich bei J.B.O. der Boss waer wuerd' ich vieles anders machen:
Die Gitarren waeren leise und der Bass wuerd' richtig krachen.
Ich wuerde auch so gern' viel oefter singen,
Weil die Sangeskuenste ja die meisten Maedchen bringen.
Endlich koennte ich auch ein tolles Solo spiel'n
Und den Bass ganz laut mischen, dann waer ich am Ziel,
Das Alles und noch viel mehr
Wuerd' ich machen,
Wenn ich Koenig von J.B.O. waer.
Eigentlich wollen wir gar nicht dieses Land regier'n,
Doch gerne wuerden wir da mal was ausprobier'n:
Alle Radikalen von der Menge subtrahier'n,
Die Skinheads koennten sich den Hass an die Glatze schmier'n
Jeder, der bruellt: Wir geben kein Asyl!
Wird zum Nordpol verbannt - lebenslanges Exil
Kein Faschis- und kein Rassismus mehr in diesem Volk
Und 'ne neue Flagge, naemlich Schwarz-Rosa-Gold.
Das Alles und noch viel mehr
Wuerd' ich machen,
Wenn ich Koenig von Deutschland waer.
Das Alles und noch viel mehr
Wuerden wir machen,
Wenn wir die Koenige von Deutschland waer'n.
I'm elevated [I've become a whore so I prepare to breathe]
I'm stimulated [I'm becoming sworn to you for secrecy]
I'm re-created [anything you want I will forever be]
I'm glad you made it
Spiritualize my sensuality, in your eyes, between you and me
You're elevated [connected to the depths of the seven seas]
You're stimulated [I can feel your pulse and now it's part of me]
I'll be creative [anything you want I will forever be]
For you I'll save it
Spiritualize my sensuality, in your eyes, between you and me
I can't evade it
You're all I've needed
I am created
When I fisrt saw you, I coudn't keep my eyes off you, I
waited for you to call me, and you finally did, So I was
vacant, alone bored and mostly sad,We went together,
First kissed you not confident, and I am happy for once
even though I have no fucking clue, What you think of me,
So I just sit and write this song for you, If I could see
you all the time, I definatley would but you live far
away, I'll have to wait and see, We drove around for
hours, we couldn't find anything to do, The mall was
closed, my keys were locked, we just sat and waited a
few, As I went to take you home, the gate was locked now
what the fuck, I hopped up over the curb, me and you and
my small truck, I love your eyes and smile and everything
about you now, Hopefully you won't go away, Maybe I come
on too strong, and maybe you won't wanna stay too long,
Mix me with a stereo song
Promise me a heartache
Just like you were King Kong
I'd fill you up and then some
I'd love to see you
Saturday afternoon
I'd spin you out
And show you what you're worth
I'd love to hold your backbone
In my hands
I'd be your favorite cartoon
Got your eyelids painted on mine
With a thin coat of elastic
Stop me if I'm a shrine
And build you out of plastic
I'd love to be
Your Saturday afternoon
I'd call you up
And talk your universe
I'd carry 'round
Your backbone in my pants
I'd be your favorite cartoon
No place to vent
This frustration, elation
And I'm pulling all my hair out
So I made this compilation
And I guess
I've still not found you out
I'd love to see you
Saturday afternoon
I'd stick around
And go with you to church
I'd love to sell
Your backbone to my fans