Plot
When convicted murderer Arjun Dutta, gets out of prison on a technicality, he is looking for nothing more than to reunite with his estranged family. However, when world-renowned, Bollywood actress, Rani Deol, is kidnapped from the limo Dutta is driving he must take on the kidnappers to save the actress and prove his innocence.
Keywords: city-name-in-title, gun, place-name-in-title, truck-driven-through-a-wall
Her only hope just got out of prison
Plot
A small rag tag team of plastic building block figurines is thrown in to peril as an invading alien force destroys most of humanity. Once the initial battle is over, it becomes a race for survival as the alien force continues to hunt down and destroy the surviving members of the Alliance. Mankind's only hope for survival is a fighter squadron full of misfits and foul mouthed idiots known as the Dawg Squadron
In Space, No one can hear you build
Plot
Corrupt record company executives kill a singing sensation with a drug overdose rather than letting her leave their label and join another company. They then frame her cousin/manager for the murder forcing him to go on the run and to try to get the goods on the real killers.
Keywords: brother-sister-relationship, drug-overdose, female-nudity, food-in-title, independent-film, jukebox, loss-of-sister, murder, nude-woman-murdered, one-word-title
Number One... With A Bullet!
Rick Damon: Never too big...::8-Ball: To say hello.
Plot
Des is an eleven year old kid who has had a really bad deal in life. Crime and mischief are the main staples of his life and he and his friends cruise around the city and do things like vandalize, steal, light fires, and mug people. He thinks that he is untouchable because he cannot be charged until he is twelve. Cory becomes Des' best friend and they carry on like nothing can stop them; however, Des ends up at an assessment centre for troubled youths and may begin a new life without crime.
Keywords: bed, boy, car-crash, car-theft, child-driving-car, child-suicide, child-swearing, child-uses-gun, children, children's-home
[first lines]::Des: [head resting on table, looks up into video camera] Hello. [pause] Fuck you!
Clarke: Last night was quite the party, Des. Ya gotta wise up, bud.::Des: What?::Clarke: Last night?::Des: I was doing homework.::Clarke: Right. Get over your pal Stacker. Only he neglected to remember turning twelve last month. That's why he's gonna score six months in the slammer for the job.::Des: [smirks]::Clarke: You just keep laughin' Des boy. Come your twelfth birthday I know ten cops who'll be at your door with a cake.::Des: What if my buds and me jump you? Pour gas on you? Burn your skin off? You only got six shots in that gun.
Des: [pulls up on a motorcycle, removes helmet] You fight good. And that's why you got kicked out of your last school. [tosses helmet to Cory]::Cory: What's it to ya?::Des: Ever do anything else?::Cory: So what are you man? King shit?::Des: That's right. Hop on.::Cory: This yours?::Des: It is now.::Cory: Ride to school?::Des: Screw school. I thought you wanted in.
Clarke: Believe me, pal. If you don't slow down you're gonna be dead before you're twenty.::Des: Promise?
Des: They're puttin' me in a foster home. [tokes on a joint]::Cory: No way. We'll just take off.::Des: [voice quivering] Where?::Cory: Who cares? Vince and my Mom got me grounded so bad it's like jail. Been locked up for three weeks and I'm sick of it. I took off school at lunch today and I ain't goin' back. I want out.::Des: You got cash?::Cory: No, but we know someone who does.::Des: Like who?::Cory: Chet's always flush. [brandishes a gun] Picked it up from your place last night.::Des: [toking] Still works?::Cory: I don't know. Let's try it. Hey Chet! [fires gun] That's what you do, right? You wave it at him, he shits his pants, we take his money - payback!
Plot
The story involves a white supremist plot to taint the United States water supply with a toxin that is harmless to whites but lethal to blacks. The only obstacles that stand in the way of this dastardly plan are Jim Brown, Fred Williamson and Jim Kelly, who shoot, kick and karate chop their way to final victory.
Keywords: action-hero, african-american, black-american, black-hero, blaxploitation, brawl, brooklyn-bridge, chicago-illinois, el-train, fistfight
Action explodes all over the place when the big three join forces to save their race!
Sometimes the ONLY way to get it done is the HARD WAY!
The big three are on this case! They're the only ones who can save their race!
James Hugh Calum Laurie, OBE (born 11 June 1959), known as Hugh Laurie (/ˈhjuː ˈlɒri/), is an English actor, voice artist, comedian, writer, musician, recording artist, and director. He first became known as one half of the Fry and Laurie double act, along with his friend and comedy partner Stephen Fry, whom he joined in the cast of Blackadder and Jeeves and Wooster from 1987 to 1999.
From 2004 to 2012, he played Dr Gregory House, the protagonist of House, for which he received two Golden Globe awards, two Screen Actors Guild awards, and six Emmy nominations. As of August 2010, Laurie is the highest paid actor in a drama series on US television. He has been listed in the 2011 Guinness Book of World Records as the highest paid actor ever in a TV Drama—earning US$ 700,000 per episode in House—and for being the most watched leading man on television.
Laurie was born in Oxford, Oxfordshire, England. The youngest of four children, Laurie has an older brother named Charles and two older sisters named Susan and Janet. He had a somewhat strained relationship with his mother, Patricia (née Laidlaw). His father, Ran Laurie, was a medical doctor who also won an Olympic gold medal in the coxless pairs (rowing) at the 1948 London Games.
Omar Hashim Epps (born July 20, 1973) is an American actor, singer, songwriter, and record producer. His film roles include Major League II, Juice, Higher Learning, Scream 2, The Wood, In Too Deep, and Love and Basketball. Epps' television work includes the role of Dr. Dennis Gant on the US medical drama series ER, and since 2004 Dr. Eric Foreman on the Fox medical drama series House.
Epps was born in Brooklyn, New York. His parents divorced during his childhood and he was raised by his mother, Bonnie Maria Epps, an elementary school principal. He lived in several neighborhoods while growing up (Bedford-Stuyvesant, East New York and Flatbush). Before he started acting, he belonged to a rap group called Wolfpack which he formed with his cousin in 1991. He began writing poetry, short stories and songs at the age of ten and attended the Fiorello H. LaGuardia High School of Music & Art and Performing Arts.
Epps has a daughter, Aiyanna, from a previous relationship. He married Keisha Spivey from the R&B group Total in 2006. They live in California with daughter K'mari Mae (born July 2004) and son Amir (born 25 December 2007).
Robert Sean Leonard (born Robert Lawrence Leonard, February 28, 1969) is an American actor, who has regularly starred in Broadway and off-Broadway productions. Since 2004, he has played the role of Dr. James Wilson on the television series House, M.D.. He played Neil Perry in the 1989 movie Dead Poets Society.
Leonard was born in Westwood, New Jersey, the son of Joyce P. (née Peterson), a nurse, and Robert Howard Leonard, a Spanish teacher. He grew up in Ridgewood, where he attended Ridgewood High School before moving on to Fordham University and later Columbia University School of General Studies (GS). Because he shares his birth name with another actor, he uses the name of his brother Sean for his Screen Actors Guild membership.
Leonard is a three-time Tony Award nominee (1993, 2001 and 2003), winning in 2001 (Best Actor – Featured Play) for his role as A. E. Housman in Tom Stoppard's The Invention of Love. He had a prior association with Stoppard's work, creating the role of Valentine in the New York premiere of Arcadia at Lincoln Center in 1995. His 2003 Tony nomination was for his portrayal of Edmund Tyrone in a well-received revival of Eugene O'Neill's Long Day's Journey Into Night that co-starred Philip Seymour Hoffman and Brian Dennehy. Leonard has also appeared in Broadway musical productions, in 2001 replacing Craig Bierko as the lead performer in a successful revival of The Music Man. On February 8, 2011, it was announced that Leonard will co-star as Paul Verrall in the 2011 Broadway revival of Born Yesterday beginning in March.
Jesse Gordon Spencer (born 12 February 1979) is an Australian actor and musician. He is best known for his portrayal of Dr. Robert Chase on the medical drama House and for portraying Billy Kennedy in the Australian soap-opera Neighbours.
Spencer was born in Melbourne, Australia. His parents Robyn and Rodney Spencer are the founders of the Australians Against Further Immigration political party and have run several times as candidates in federal and state elections for that party and for One Nation. He is one of four children with two older brothers, Tarney, who is an oculo-plastic surgeon, Luke, who is an orthopaedic registrar, and a younger sister, Polly, who is an anaesthetic registrar.
Spencer attended Canterbury Primary School, Malvern Central School and the private Scotch College. Whilst at Scotch he auditioned for the long-running soap opera, Neighbours. He continued to work toward his VCE qualification while working on the show and graduated in 1997.[citation needed]
As an actor, Spencer is well known in Australia and the UK as Billy Kennedy in the Australian soap opera Neighbours, a role he played for six years from 1994 to 2000. He has since appeared in the drama Death in Holy Orders, as well as the films Winning London opposite Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen, Uptown Girls opposite Brittany Murphy and Dakota Fanning, and Swimming Upstream opposite Harry McKeon, Geoffrey Rush and Judy Davis.
House (also known as House, M.D.) is an American television medical drama that originally ran on the Fox network from November 16, 2004, to May 21, 2012. The show's central character is Dr. Gregory House (Hugh Laurie), an unconventional and misanthropic medical genius who heads a team of diagnosticians at the fictional Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital (PPTH) in New Jersey. The show's premise originated with Paul Attanasio, while David Shore, who is credited as creator, was primarily responsible for the conception of the title character. The show's executive producers include Shore, Attanasio, Attanasio's business partner Katie Jacobs, and film director Bryan Singer. It was largely filmed in Century City.
This is my house
This is where I live
That is the winter
Those are the trees
I can hear them breathe
This is my bed
This is where I sleep
That was the dark
Those are my dreams
They belong to me
This is my floor
This is where I lie
This is a square room
That was a bright light
These are not my eyes
What is my soul
Where is my tired heart
That is the question
Where is the answer
Inside my house
And I sit by the window
And I wish I was rain
I want to fall from the sky
I want to get wet all over again
'Cause this my house
It belongs to me
Inside my head
It's all that's left
This is my house
This is my bed
This is where I sleep
That was the dark
Those are my dreams
They belong to me
This house aches
I whistle it's tune
After so much noise
Freedom is silence
Half the house is missing
Taken half of me with it
I had imagined this
Hurting in a different way
Hurting in a different way
I still have the hi-fi
Quiet at all volumes
As my dull thoughts
Echo viscous and slow like the tolling of some great bell under water
When she cries she cuts me
And when she smiles I wanna die
Afraid of knowing myself
Our eyes stare out while we hide inside
Looking at it, not seeing it
Looking at it, not seeing it
The open windows
Let in the spring air today
And the birds sing their thankfully happy, brainless song
But the silence here finds a way to stay
Some kind of explosion
God, if you hear me
Throw me a line or strike me down
Do you refuse even to accuse
C'mon, do your worst
But lift this curse
Built this house on solid ground
But now it's crumbling tumbling down
Will nobody here even cry out for help?
As it slowly collapses into itself
Looking at it, not seeing it
Looking at it, not seeing it
Hanging on to this pain
It's no good
It's no good
But we try again
this day is not my life
the passing time is not my life
the thorn that's in my side
is all these scenes that we regret
the wasted words we can't forget
through the windows of my room
i hear the traffic breathing slowly
someplace miles away
make promises pay
shame, will shake this house
shame, will shake this house
your dreams are not my life
these broken words are not my life
your lies are none of my invention
your promises were not plan
now the party girls have gone
i hear the rattle of their heels
before their footsteps fade
make promises pay
shame, will shake this house
shame, will shake this house
the passing time is not my life
i've been counted down and shouted out
i had everything i wanted
nothing i can't rise above
to let it show was not my plan
headlines and frontpages
sell weddings and divorces
make promises pay
make promises pay
shame, will shake this house
shame, will shake this house
Oh I love this house I love this house
Gives me the greatest peace I've ever known
Oh I love to hear those conkers fall
Smash them on in Suffolk stone.
And I love to hear you'd live with me
Gives me the greatest peace I've ever known
'Cause I've been too long a lonely man
Yes, I've been too long a rolling stone.
So let seasons turn
Grow paradise garden
And to my migration
The native has returned
Oh I love the curling of your hair
Gives me the greatest peace I've ever known
And I see a Dylan Thomas in your face
Reciting Butler Yeats in your grace
Your grace
Your grace
Oh let seasons turn
Grow paradise garden
And to my migration
The native has returned
Returned
Returned
And if I had to die today
Scatter my ashes on this place
And I'll live on in your grieving heart
But until that day that we depart
Oh this is the greatest peace I've ever known
Oh the greatest peace I've ever known
Oh the greatest peace I've ever known
Oh, little love makes house a home
Home
Home
Home
This house is home.
This is my house where I hang around
As soon as I get up, I start to get down
You don't need a place to stay
Our house is any old place we play
This is my house if you don't like it
Just get outta
Get outta
Get outta
Came up so fast, gave me the bends
Now I'm staring into a camera lens
From rags to riches and back again
But this is my house and I say when
This is my house
This is my house, you know that's final
It's made of plastic, magnetic tape and vinyl
This is my house, now doncha know
We move in every time you turn on your radio
Stuck my toes running into your house
**broke my neck** running into your house
Lost my head running into your house
Broke my? running into your house
Oh my god, is this what it feels like
**to be in love** is this what it feels like
All my life (oh my love? ) it feels like? god?
Trust you, shut my mouth
Just **try and** shut my mouth
Hold me close..... don't you understand... oh no
Hide away..... never looking back... oh no
Our House Our House in a room of it's own
Our House Our House and it's true what we've known
Our House Our House in a room of it's own
I found our house me and you
I can't find..... what I'm searching for today
Given time...... you will see that we are one
Cause Our House Our House in a room of it's own
Our House Our House and it's true what we've known
Our House OUr House in a room of it's own
I found our house me and you
Don't you want to go with me again
I've taken all the time.... to.... feel
La la la la la la..... la la la la la
La la la la la la..... la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la..... la la la la la
La la la la la la..... la la la la la la la la la
Our House Our House in a room of it's own
(La la la la la la..... la la la la la)
Our House Our House and it's true what we've known
(La la la la la la..... la la la la la la la la la)
Our House Our House in a room of it's own
(La la la la la la..... la la la la la)
I found our house me and you
(La la la la la la..... la la la la la la la la la)
Our House Our House in a room of it's own
(La la la la la la..... la la la la la)
Our House Our House and it's true what we've known
(La la la la la la..... la la la la la la la la la)
Our House Our House in a room of it's own
(La la la la la la..... la la la la la)
I found our house me and you
(La la la la la la..... la la la la la la la la la)
Our House Our House in a room ot it's own
(La la la la la la..... la la la la la)
Our House Our House and it's true what we've know
(La la la la la la..... la la la la la la la la la)
To every being ever called up to spend
Just a blink ‘fore it ends – we gon’ bring y’all in
A couple cling to the wall they defend
Either sink or swim – we gon’ bring y’all in
Baby string can’t haul them gems
You trynna ring all ten? Time to bring y’all in
I turn a king to a thrall of the pen
And what the team scrawl then is about to bring y’all
Scent of my magnetism is animalistic
Luck of the nothin’ – tug of the draw’s pan-pacific,
Knuckle and brawl and handle your business
Sparring with a phantom is tantamount to dancin’ –
rhythm deficient
Officially minted, leave a critic to speculate
If you’re the next great, where’s the hint of pimp in
your gait
Strode steady for years, still standin’ after my
appearance here
Stabilize my saber, the spearmint spear
Full flavor to spare, sip it with a modicum of self-
restraint
Self-proclaimed prophets have felt faint
Shell of a saint yellin’ devilish thangs in their
harangue
This fella claims the spirit is spent? Tell him it aint
From ashes arise a Lazarus to gather them back
Babbling pragmatists and satirists are lathered in
flack
Tapping the pattern out: dit-dot-dash in mathematics
The path of a maverick and through rap, you track the
half of it
Designated with asterisks, the last hall of famer
Inducted before the regulations changed in your favor
I aint mad atcha – a waste of anger to hate ya
Save my words to determine the fate of the nomenclature
Who’s sayin’ preservation’s makin’ it stagnate
advancement?
State your place and I’mma wait for your answer
They prolly just hope to aggravate the populous
I tabulate the coiffeurs when the pull make ‘em
gravitate
Everything gets resolved I attend [to]
Either fiend or friend – we gon’ bring y’all in
The kid dream in the drawl of his kin
What I seen appall men – time to bring y’all in
Intervene, my involvement depends
On the steam awe lends – enough to bring y’all in
I felt the sting when swallowin’ the gin
Holla “clean I been” after we bring y’all in
Assault the sire, y’all admire my moxie
Some aligned with the code of the streets by proxy
Knockin’ me for constancy I be within my element
Though all you ever held and dealt was leant from a
twelve-inch
The blend’s off – pitch it right, livin’ like a bitch
of my mentors?
When vinyl’s all you’re spinnin’ on Crenshaw
Sense flawed and faulty, your censure tawdry
I alike derived my philosophy from who taught me, let
‘em talk now
Impossible shot from a broken arrow
Sun lay over death, you left prints on the tarot
I’ll show you how to tow the harrow over the tract
It’s slow-going with all the work my barrow packs
Skirt past, cursin’ at us claiming the lanes are for
these
I pay no mind to idle talk, y’all a mockery of speed
I pace the beat patiently, as long as it takes
Acquiesce to the greatest escape (here we go)
To every being ever called up to spend
Just a blink ‘fore it ends – we gon’ bring y’all in
A couple cling to the wall they defend
Either sink or swim – we gon’ bring y’all in
Baby string can’t haul them gems
You trynna ring all ten? Time to bring y’all in
I turn a king to a thrall of the pen
And what the team scrawl then is about to bring y’all
Everything gets resolved I attend [to]
Either fiend or friend – we gon’ bring y’all in
The kid dream in the drawl of his kin
What I seen appall men – time to bring y’all in
Intervene, my involvement depends
On the steam awe lends – enough to bring y’all in
I felt the sting when swallowin’ the gin
I (overwhelmed) leave you canvas
Ray has got you some to bring you down
Bold and surprisingly unknown and
That's all you should know and
It's bitter when you told'm ooh
These are just a few men I've been dining with
And these are just a few things of my own
Just bring your next-door neighbour into my house
And that's all you should know
And that's no way to go and that's no way to crawl,
House, and I'll be making some
And a way-to-soon-bill and the other one's off
And that's all you should know
And a fry day-late night shift and a Thursday new arrival
Makes you loose that quick
Got to take it slowly or otherwise drop
And slowly and please make it stop
This is not the eight o'clock news
We couldn't agree with you more
And this is not the eight o'clock news
We couldn't agree with you more
Now that you're out of the way
I tell you something horrible
You should not be so afraid
But it makes you so adorable
And please don't let him
Please don't let him have it now
Cause this is not my favourite part of this
Here's your broken charm
No thank you man and than you die
And there's something else
This is not your style
Bold and surprisingly unknown and
And that's all you should know and
It's bitter when you told'm ooh
House
There's a full moon over this ancient town
A clock faced the colour of the sky
And every street that we walk down
Belongs to the house, where my father died
Where prisoners march in lock-step with each other
Reavers test the limit of their reign
Dragging their dead weight from the other
While I claim my place, centre stage
I've been thrown by the thrashing of his going
Chained to his unseen stride
I've walked in lock-step without knowing
My indifference, my only disguise
Now it comes through me like an injection
Anonymous pain throbbing reel inside
And every pulse in my body
Belongs to the house, where my father died
Won't catch his spirit in a candle
Honor a live in it's guttering glow
And death comes through these streets like a scandal
Bent up and beaten, oh bitter body blow
And in bars and in shaded back rooms
Those who can't cope just get high
But every place this drink takes me to
Belongs to the house, where my father died
And there's a full moon over this ancient town
Head lights numb the banner of the sky
Rain rages the steadings and the open ground
And I'm a child fighting shadows with tears in my eyes
And the valley cannons in thunder
Trees brawl beneath the bruising of the sky
Like centuries shield the lake from my wonder
And I'm as helpless as a child hiding from lies
And the face from my mind is fading
I count the wounds for the very first time
Tonight there's gonna be a reckoning