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Knife, Spoon, Fork (2013) is a trialogue between visual artists Leila Tschopp, Samantha Adler de Oliveira and Yi Yunyi, based on Susan Sontag's essay 'In Memory of Their Feelings' written in 1989 for the exhibition catalogue of 'Dancers on a Plane: Cage, Cunningham, Johns'. 'Suppose Knife, Spoon and Fork are three people', writes Sontag, 'and they get together on a plane (plain). What would they have to say to each other?' Three artists pool together their distinctive languages, nationalities and biographies, and navigate through the physical and temporal space they collectively inhabit. In this triangular dance, how do they relate to one another? 'There is no hierarchy', Sontag writes, 'the list can only be varied, systematically. As in knife, fork, spoon. As in knife, spoon, fork. As in fork, knife, spoon (...).'
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Stella's sister Rachel went missing in the woods 2 months ago. Stella's been afraid to enter the woods alone. She enlists their estranged brother Dean to help her look for Rachel. As Stella gets deeper and deeper into the woods she meets a strange woman. The woman claims she is friends with Rachel and only saw her 2 weeks ago. Is Stella ready to deal with the secrets she finds in THESE woods?
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Following an ambush, LAPD's top cop/canine duo get framed for a crime they didn't commit. With time running out and a federal indictment for murder on the way, Officers Johnny Brett and Diego set out on a desperate search for their assailants (and perhaps a sexy midnight rendezvous or two). But each clue they uncover along the way only leads to more questions as the conspiracy to bring down our heroes grows by leaps and bounds with each episode. Wanted by cops and criminals alike, they have just 7 days to clear their names or go to prison where their fate awaits, as do the hundreds of criminals they helped put away...
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Samantha: C'est tellement bon avec d'la Vodka!
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A painfully quiet middle aged janitor struggles with embracing his new job at a Jr. high school. Very much an overgrown child himself, John seems to always be day dreaming about a life that no longer exists. Rather than embracing his current reality and growing as a person, John is constantly fantasizing about a time in which he is still a kid hanging out and getting into trouble with his friends. Ghost in the Graveyard is a short comedic drama which tells the story of this character's frequently surreal journey in learning how to reconcile his inner child with the responsibilities of being an adult.
A quiet middle aged maladjusted janitor struggles with coming to terms with the child inside himself.
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Louie King has only ever been good at one thing -- meeting women. Hs friend Noel, who is luckless in love, starts paying Louie to teach him what he knows. Louie is so successful that more people start hearing about the class. Along the way, Louie meets Marla who teaches Feminism in the 20th Century. After Louie's ladies man credentials are challenged, he finds himself trying to get the one woman he can't have, Marla. But maybe she's judged Louie all wrong...
From Duds to Studs... one class at a time.
Samantha is a 1992 American film starring actress Martha Plimpton. Though at the time already a film actress for nearly ten years, this was the first vehicle in which Plimpton was the star. The film co-starred Mary Kay Place, Hector Elizondo, Ione Skye and Dermot Mulroney. It was a commercial failure, with mixed critical review.
The film was released in the fall and promoted as a romance blockbuster. A soundtrack/score album was released in anticipation of success that never came. The film featured cameo appearances by Robert Picardo (who would later find fame as The Doctor on Star Trek: Voyager) and Maryedith Burnell. Burnell had previously played the character of Helen Buckman, mother to Julie Buckman in the television version of the film Parenthood; in the film version, Julie was played by Martha Plimpton.
The film revolves around Plimpton as the title character, a hugely talented violinist who discovers on her 21st birthday that she was left on the steps of her parents' (Place and Elizondo) home and subsequently adopted.
One night in a cold sweat
I heard the call
So without fear and free from fright
I walked tall
As I crept the passages
Only just but faint
In and out of the central heating
It came and then went
Samantha, Samantha dear
I have to be gone
Samantha, oh Samantha dear
But ooh, she slept on
Well I've itched a thousand itches
But this one tops them all
While crouched down with an ear to the ground
I saw the call
Springing up in disbelief
The supension spilt
And peering in a bathroom mirror
Hung the men with guilt
Samantha, Samantha dear
I have to be gone
Samantha, oh Samantha dear
But ooh, she slept on
One night in a cold sweat
I heard the call
So without fear and free from fright
I walked tall
Samantha, Samantha dear
I have to be gone
Samantha, oh Samantha dear
Samantha, Samantha dear
I have to be gone
Samantha, oh Samantha dear
There were all sorts of funny faces
Being pulled
But mine was the funniest face
Samantha, Samantha dear
I have to be gone
Samantha, oh Samantha dear
Cede the wherefores and do na chide,
Maybe I am peenging - ween of joy;
Cede the wherefores and do na chide -
Thrawn and slab of leer I hold thee, and yore was 'gal.
Riddance,
Samantha, you swore
You never turned that trick before
Keep waiting for a war
You'll never win
You'll lose again
Watch her wrap her legs around this world
Can't take that gutter from the girl
Samantha
You burned me out
Samantha
It's over now
Samantha
Your war
Was a lost cause before I came
Keep praying
Pray for
The pretty things you won't get back
Watch her wrap her legs around this world
Stab the gutter right out of that girl
That girl
Through villages of ether
My crucifixion comes
Will you sing my hallelujah?
Will you tell me when it's done?
Look in my eyes
There's nothing there
Goodbye
I wanted you out of my whole life
Goodnight
And don't try to move
People like you fuck people like me
In order to avoid agony
People like you fuck people like me
In order to avoid suffering
People like you fuck people like me
Fuck people like you
Fuck people like me
Fuck people like you
Fuck people like me
Fuck people like you
Fuck people like me
(Fuck people like you)
Leave your money by the bed
(Fuck people like me)
(Fuck people like you)
In the gutter where you live
(Fuck people like me)
And I throw it all away
And I throw it in your face
And if you were on fire
I would just throw kerosene
Cause I love so much I hate
And I hate what you have seen in me
Samantha
So you think that you could save him
And we know that someone died
Oh, an unkindness of ravens
And we know that Mary lied
And through villages of ether
Oh, my crucifixion comes
Will you sing my hallelujah?
Will you tell me when it's done?
People like you fuck people like me
In order to avoid agony
People like you fuck people like me
In order to avoid suffering
People like you fuck people like me
Fuck people like you
Fuck people like me
Fuck people like you
Fuck people like me
Fuck people like you
Fuck people like me
Samantha, look at your wristwatch
There's something weird in the way the pointers turn
Samantha, where's your car parked?
There's something weird in the way you make me feel
It's the perfect time to get tough, my baby
Cause everyone wants to push you around
And there's no need to be shy, my baby
Cause everyone wants to push you around
There's a picture on your T-shirt
Of the Eiffel tower in twilight
And if we stare real long at the dial plate
We can reverse the way the pointers turn
It's the perfect time to get tough, my baby
Cause everyone wants to push you around
And there's no need to be shy, my baby
Cause everyone wants to push you around
Samantha, look at the streetlights
There's something wrong with the way the city breathes
Samantha, look at my face now
There's something weird in the way the city feels
Samantha, everyone's trying to push you around
Samantha, everyone's trying to push you around
Samantha, everyone's trying to push you around
Samantha put down the gun
The silence here is suffocating
Samantha put down the gun
We're overrun, we're overrun
Samantha put down the gun
Our friends will not be lost forever
Samantha put down the gun
We're overrun, we're overrun
Samantha put down the gun
The last of us will soon be leaving
Samantha put down the gun
I think about you babe at times when I'm alone
I think about you babe is it time yet to come home
But I can't stop this pain that's locked in my heart
The feeling is strong when we're miles apart
One thing that's hard for me to see
Samantha my love why aren't you next to me
I dream about you babe when I'm waiting for your call
I dream about you babe when I hear the raindrops fall
My life was empty till I met you and please
Understand I'll always be there for you on thing thats
hard for me to see
Samantha, I know you feel life has no meaning at all
Samantha, I know your hurting and he broke your heart
Dont try to fake it
Your gonna lose it, you have to go through it
Your will make it
If your gonna to lose it, I'll help you go through it
Lift your head up high girl
You need to be yourself
Sounds like you have given him the best of you
I promise, give it some time and it will be all right
We'll make it better
He'll be the looser when all this is over
Cry your tears out
Hay una chica de mi vecindario
que hoy es el centro de los comentarios.
De ella se habla por más de una cosa
y de verdad que se hizo famosa.
Gusta de la noche y las compañías
y llegar a la casa bien entrado el día.
Mas cuando el sol cae ella se levanta cual vampiresa
, así es Samantha.
Ella bien sabe todo lo que quiere
cómo conseguirlo y quiénes lo tienen.
Vive de juerga, se pone a la vista
para salir en todas las revistas.
Así es la vaina en la vida de Samantha.
Su padre y su madre la creen una santa
y por las noches no sufren desvelo
Ella les jura que va a ir "al Cielo".
Samantha, toda la noche se la aguanta.
"She like rodearse " con los poderosos, Cha cha cha
Samantha, si tú la aprietas ella canta.
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Samantha se siente muy especial y quiere subir en la escala social.
"She likes" de rodearse con los poderosos allí en el VIP de los ricos y famosos.
Son sus amigas iguales a ella harán lo que sea para ser estrellas.
Cuidado si salen con esos señores
que tanta marcha termina en "Dolores".
Samantha, toda la noche se la aguanta.
She like rodearse con los poderosos, Cha cha cha!
Samantha, si tú la aprietas ella canta.
Samantha no quiere pasar al olvido y en tanto revuelo cumplió su objetivo.
Alguno que otro la quitó de su lista
pero hoy es la mimada de los periodistas.
Hay una chica de mi vecindario,
que sale en la tele, periódico y radio.
Si sigues comiendo de esos caramelos,
Samantha tú nunca vas a ir al Cielo.
Samantha, toda la noche se la aguanta.
"She like rodearse" con los poderosos , Cha cha cha
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Your love for me came as a waterfall
Flowin' inside me like never before
Your love for me, somethin' I didn't see
But baby, I know better now
When you walk in the room that very night
A special feelin' just burst inside
It was only you, nobody else
But baby, I know better now
Don't wanna love you if you don't love me
Don't wanna need you when you won't need me too
Don't wanna tell you this now, but it wouldn't be
right
If I didn't tell you this tonight
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
And now you're back inside my house again
I'm tryin' deeper to explain
â'Cause baby, I wanna get it on
And baby, you're the one for me
But now that I have got you all alone
After all this talkin' on the phone
I should be strong, there's nothing wrong
I'll tell you this is where you belong, where you
belong
Don't wanna love you if you don't love me
Don't wanna need you when you won't need me too
Don't wanna tell you this now, but it wouldn't be
right
If I didn't tell you this tonight
Don't wanna love you if you don't love me
Don't wanna need you when you won't need me too
Don't wanna tell you this now, but it wouldn't be
right
If I didn't tell you this tonight
It was just something in your eyes
That made me realize
But now I hear voices deep inside
Tellin' me, tellin' me
It's you
Don't wanna love you if you don't love me
Don't wanna need you when you won't need me too
Don't wanna tell you this now, but it wouldn't be
right
If I didn't tell you this tonight
Don't wanna love you if you don't love me
Don't wanna need you when you won't need me too
Don't wanna tell you this now, but it wouldn't be
right
If I didn't tell you this tonight
Choyée, Samantha pleure
Choyée, Samantha meurt
Sonne et assomme encore
Samantha, elle n'y croit plus
Ecoute ton coeur s'encrasser comme leurs machines
Ton corps ne servira plus
Samantha couche-toi,
Même s'ils sont aux pieds de ton lit, même s'ils te prennent
Samantha pleure
Cette douce chaleur
Te tient en laisse par la corde saigne
Toute petite, petite bouche aime l'ingestion
Ca mousse au fond
Ta chair est nue
Bois, tu l'emplis
Enfant caresse le
Un, deux genoux
Rentrent dedans,
Le sol est mou
Tout devient lent.
Martyr attire les mouches, suit les cris sous la terre, l'âme saoûle.
Martyr attire les mouches, fuit les cris sous la terre, l'âme seule.
A nos pères qui êtes absents . Délivrez-nous du mal .
Je vous salue Marie, pleine de grâce.
A ceux qui nous ont offensés: nous vous soumettons à la tentation
Je vous salue Marie, pleine de grâce
A ceux qui nous ont dévastés, dites leur la vérité: la bête et l'agneau ne font qu'un
Craque sa tête
Un bébé dort sous la terre, la bouche pleine
Coule! Sperme et poussière
Il crache ses plaies
Poupée chiffon . La nuit est sourde
Samantha s'en va
J'attends mon tour
Dorment les cris
She told me that she can't deny her,
She's always calling me a liar
Just took my hand and made it out for
That girl standing in the corner
That night we dreamt of pulling over
Instead of options going nowhere
She couldn't find about an answer
Just how sweet she is, how sweet she is.
And i can't help,
But she's a liar to herself
I can't talk, i can't see
Believe in me
Samantha, Samantha
Tell the boys that you really really love her
Samantha's home
Samantha please let go
All her friends were calling her a rockstar
She couldn't find a place to stay her
Right here is all she ever wanted
Couldn't go back, go back and just get it
She seeked a spot to contemplate it
Couldn't help but always go betray him
Patiently waiting for solution
F.Guccini
Samantha scende le scale di un policentro attrezzato comunale
trent'anni e poi l'appartamento sarà suo, o meglio, dei suoi genitori
che ogni mese devono strappare il mutuo
da uno stipendio da fame. Ma Milano è tanto grande da impazzire
e il sole incerto becca di sguincio in questa domenica d' Aprile
ogni pietra, ogni portone e ogni altro ammennicolo urbanistico.
Ma Samantha saltella, non sa d'avere le gambe da cervo
e il seno, come si dice, in fiore, teso sopra un corpo ancora acerbo
e Samantha, Samantha ancora non sa d'avere un destino da modella,
corre allegra lungo i graffiti osceni delle scale, quasi donna, quasi
bella.
E fuori Milano muore di malinconia, di sole che tramonta là in
periferia,
di auto del ritorno, famiglie, freni e gas di scarico.
Lontano il centro, è quasi un altro mondo, San Siro un urlo che non
cogli a fondo,
ti taglia un senso vago di infinito panico.
Spunta un gasometro dietro a muri neri, oziosi vagolano i tuoi pensieri,
in aria il cielo è un qualche cosa viola carico.
Andrea è giù nel cortile, jeans regolari e faccia da vinile,
giacca a vento come Dio comanda e legata al polso la bandana,
un piede contro al muro e lì la aspetta perché vuol parlarle, niente,
forse d'amore,
ma non sa che dire, con le parole quasi lombarde che non sanno uscire
e si accende rabbioso una Marlboro di alibi.
E si guardano di sbieco, appena un cenno istintivo di saluto,
ma a Samantha batte il cuore da morire mentre Andrea rimane muto.
E lei ritornerà con le MS per suo padre steso davanti a qualche canale
e lui mediterà al bar, dietro una birra, che la vita può far male.
E Milano sembra che sia lì a abbracciarsi quei due che non sapranno più
parlarsi,
solo sfiorarsi in un momento vago e via.
Samantha presto cambierà quartiere per un destino che non sa vedere
e Andrea diventerà padrone di una pizzeria.
Ed io, burattinaio di parole, perché mi perdo dietro a un primo sole?