In Havana, a lot can happen in three days.
Plot
5 Minute War - centered on a boxing match like no others: the fighters are twin brothers, locked in a brutal embrace in a decadent fight whose only reward is the life of their mother. A moral dilemma and the undying love between mother and child.
Keywords: child-boxing, mother-and-child, twins
The streets raised him and love saved him.
The Street Raised Him And Love Saved Him
Plot
A rap version of "Saturday Night Fever." B-Rabbit, a wannabe rapper from the wrong side of Detroit's 8 Mile, has problems: he dumps his girlfriend when she tells him she's pregnant; to save money to make a demo tape, he moves into his alcoholic mom's trailer; his job's a dead end, and he's just choked at the local head-to-head rap contest. Things improve when he meets Alex - an aspiring model headed for New York - and a fast-talking pal promises to set up the demo. Then new setbacks: Alex isn't faithful, mom rejects him, rifts surface with his friends, and he's mugged by rivals. Everything hinges on the next rap showdown at the club. Can B-Rabbit pull truth out of his cap?
Keywords: 1990s, abandoned-building, accidental-shooting, accidentally-shooting-one's-self, african-american, apology, arson, balaclava, bar, beating
Go back to where it all started.
Find Your Voice
Every moment is another chance.
Look, What if You Had One Chance to Seize Everything You Ever Wanted? Would You Capture it? Or Would You Let it Slip? [full trailer]
Every Moment is a Chance to Turn it Around.
Lose Yourself In the Music
If the streets had a voice, this would be the story they'd tell.
Helt Eminemt [Denmark]
B. Rabbit: Hey Sol, do you ever wonder at what point you just got to say fuck it man? Like when you gotta stop living up here, and start living down here?::Sol: It's 7.30 in the morning dawg.
B. Rabbit: Mom, you gotta stop living your life like this!
Jimmy Smith Jr: Hey, Lily, hey baby what are you still doing up?::[picking her up]::Lily Smith: You woke me up, you know?::Jimmy Smith Jr: Oh, I'm sorry baby. Let's go back to bed.::Lily Smith: Can you sing for me?::Jimmy Smith Jr: Yeah, of course I will.::[singing, he carries her in her room]::Jimmy Smith Jr: I know this girl, her name is Lily. And it's passed her bed t-i-m-e. She goes to sleep and she can just dream, and not have to be in a stinky trailer wit me. And when I feel blue, i know what to do, I look at you and I just say.
B. Rabbit: [rapping]... Don't ever try to judge me dude / You don't know what the fuck I've been through / But I know something about you / You went to Cranbrook - that's a private school / What's the matter, dog? / You're embarrassed? / This guy's a gangster? / His real name is Clarence / Now Clarence lives at home wit both parents / And Clarence parents have a real good marriage...
[Rabbit's car has just shorted out, the group is standing on the street while Rabbit is fixing the car]::Sol: I ain't gettin' back in that piece of shit... it's a death trap.
Alex: [Alex and Jimmy are sitting near the burning house] It's almost beautiful.::Jimmy Smith Jr: You know, when I was younger, I always wanted to live in a house like this, you know... how it was used to be.
Stephanie: Rabbit, If you gonna live here, you have to get along wit Greg.::Jimmy Smith Jr: He started it.::Stephanie: You can't fuck this up for me baby, you just can't.::Jimmy Smith Jr: Whatever.
Jimmy Smith Jr: I don't give a fuck, man. I'm sick of you always thinking you know what's best for me, dawg. You ain't my fucking father. I'm a grown man.::Future: Look, Jimmy...::Jimmy Smith Jr: Look, Jimmy, nothing! Fuck you! I told you not to fucking sign me up!::Future: So what the fuck, you wanna fight me now, huh?::Jimmy Smith Jr: Yo you ain't the future of shit, bitch! You're just David fuckin' Porter.::Sol: Hey, come on, fellas.::[long pause]::Future: You know what? Do what the fuck you wanna do man. 'Cause I don't give a shit anymore. I really fuckin' don't!::[Future walks away]::Future: I really fuckin' don't!
DJ Iz: That's why brothers need to sign themselves a deal. I'm telling you record labels supply niggas with the kind of benefits they need.::Sol: Dawg. We sign us a deal you can take the motherfucking benefits, we're talking Bentley's and Benjamins not Blue Cross and Blue Shield.::Future: Look to tell you all niggas the truth, I don't give a fuck about none of that. I just wanna hit 31 and a 3rd on the box you know what I'm saying? One of them strong songs on JLB.::DJ Iz: No what we need to do is save that shit up and put it into some savings bonds every week, stack it and build our own studio.::Future: Savings Bonds?::Sol: [to DJ] Let me ask you a question Dawg. How the fuck are we brothers? We need fine bitches and fat rides, not no goddamn savings bonds.::Jimmy Smith Jr: Man that's all we ever do is talk shit!::[imitating Sol]::Jimmy Smith Jr: "We need to get fine btiches and fat rides",::[imitating DJ]::Jimmy Smith Jr: "No, what weed to do is put our money in savings bonds",::[imitating future]::Jimmy Smith Jr: No, what we need to do is put our songs on JLB." Man shut the fuck up. All of us never do shit about nuttin' and we're still broke as fuck and living at home with our moms.
Alex: [after having sex] You were so good outside.::B. Rabbit: In line at a lunch truck?
Plot
Thai Town is a six-block area near Hollywood, Los Angeles, which is home to over 50,000 expatriated Thais. The town is such a gateway for Thais entering America it was dubbed Thailand's 77th Province. The movie follows a Thai family as it struggles to survive in Los Angeles' fast-paced consumerist culture, while still maintaining traditional values. The identity struggle between Thai-ness and the high octane way of life on the west coast of America, defined by hip-hop, drugs, street racing and violence, affects Pat, a good boy tempted by a life of crime, and his sister.
Keywords: bath, bikini, blonde, breasts, buxom, drug-dealing, female-nudity, immigrant, interracial-relationship, interracial-sex
Pete: What is FOB?
Khan: Yo, that's a mother f*ckin red light!
Plot
Sam, a Hong Kong cop, has busted crime lord Night. Ann, Sam's girlfriend, is the prosecuting witness. Night is jailed for five years. On a trip to Paris, Ann is killed by an assassin. Sam quits the force and two years later, runs a bar on Lamma Island with his uncles. One day, a Japanese tourist who looks exactly like Ann arrives. Sam and the lady soon fall in love. However, that love is shortened when she holds a dark past and after a successful appeal, Night is back and out for revenge.
Keywords: blood, knife-fight, shooting, violence
Plot
Comanche Creek, Colorado, 1875: Prisoner Jack Mason is broken out of jail by a gang of strangers. They use him in a robbery, then when the dead-or-alive reward is high enough, they shoot him and collect. The National Detective Agency, now knowing the gang's methods, arranges to have agent Bob Gifford jailed in Comanche Creek for train robbery. The gang takes the bait (not before Gifford catches the eye of lovely saloon-keeper Abbie). But how will the bait get off the hook?
Keywords: bank-robber, colt-.45, cowboy, cowboy-boots, cowboy-hat, cowboy-shirt, cowboys-and-outlaws, crooked-sheriff, cult-film, desert
A Gunslinging Detective Smashes The Most Ruthless Outlaw Gang Of All Time! Masked marauders... rampaging raiders blasting a trail of terror and violence across the West... and the man who pledged to stop them rode at their side!
Gunslinging Man-Hunter... Audie Murphy as a ruthless detective out to smash the West's most notorious outlaws!
She Was All Woman to a Man's Man
Mike O'Brien, Chief National Detective Agency: Now, let's go over what we know so far. We're faced with a shrewd and ruthless gang of outlaws. Their operation is clever and deadly. They wait until a man with a price on his head is jailed, then spring him and use him as a front man for a series of holdups...making sure he is the only one ever recognized. The reward keeps going up. When it reaches three or four thousand dollars, the man is killed. Somebody is hired to collect the reward.
A day is a unit of time, commonly defined as an interval equal to 24 hours. It also can mean that portion of the full day during which a location is illuminated by the light of the sun, also known as daytime. The period of time measured from local noon to the following local noon is called a solar day.
Several definitions of this universal human concept are used according to context, need and convenience. In 1967, the second was redefined in terms of the wavelength of light, and it became the SI base unit of time. The unit of measurement for time called "day", redefined in 1967 as 86,400 SI seconds and symbolized d, is not an SI unit, but it is accepted for use with SI. A civil day is usually also 86,400 seconds, plus or minus a possible leap second in Coordinated Universal Time UTC, and, in some locations, occasionally plus or minus an hour when changing from or to daylight saving time. The word day may also refer to a day of the week or to a calendar date, as in answer to the question "On which day?" Day also refers to the part of the day that is not night — also known as 'daytime'. The life patterns of humans and many other species are related to Earth's solar day and the cycle of day and night (see circadian rhythms).
Grey park look the same
And the days are pale
I never thought it would rain this way
I should be knowing this
It used to be me
Let's stay here for a while
Is something gonna happen
Today your smile has decayed
It will never be the same
I never thought I would laugh again
I should be knowing this
It used to be me
Let's stay here for a while
Is something gonna happen
Today now it's dark
And you're colder now
It's dark and i'm older now
It's dark and you're colder
And you tell me that my parks are grey
Let's stay here for a while
Is something gonna happen
Today grey park look the same
All the days are pale
I never thought it would rain this way
I should be knowing that
It used to be me
Let's stay here for a while
Is something gonna happen
A fool on the tightrope, the first step is pain
one moment not careful and your life was in vain
remember the first time, remember the sin
where's all the warnings blown in the wind
You roll the dice for your own paradise
Do you hear me - do you see me we will meet on judgement day
do you hear me - do you see me we will meet on judgement day
Another cool skin - tight look another temptation
the thin line is calling you again what will you do, will you bleed forever
the suicide way you can't wash away mistakes no healing - just pray
Remember the first time, remember the sin
-- written by Charlotte Caffey, Thomas Caffey,
Jeffrey McDonald, Steven McDonald
Oh, sincerely
I must tell you that I really
Love you dearly
But you are so obsessed with yourself
There's no room for me
You can't give me all the things I need
We've said all we can say
Except our last goodnight
To end this day
Don't try changing my mind
You won't find a way
Just say hello
To our goodbye day.
Your reflection
What you see without detection
I see clearly
All your perfect imperfections
Colors turn to gray
I know it's time for me
To go away
Just look behind you now
It won't be me who's standing there
Just say hello to our goodbye day
We've said all we can say
Except our last goodnight
To end this day
Don't try changing my mind
You won't find a way
Just say hello
To our goodbye day
I was your light
To the ...
Why do you cry today
Just because the sky is grey?
Cause it's okay if everyday
Is not the same way
It's just another way
That everyday is not the same
How can you see the sky
When you close your eyes?
How can you run away
Just because the sky is grey?
Cause it's okay if everyday
Is not the same way
It's just another way
That everyday is not the same
Cause it's okay if everyday
Is not the same way
It's just another way
That everyday is not the same
The day you told me you were dying was the day that I learned hopelessness
You stood there looking so brave oh my god I feel so selfish
I wish this day could last forever
How many times has that thought crossed my mind to just give up and end it all
Now I see you fighting so hard oh my god I feel so small
I wish this day could last forever
Its silly when I look at life now at all of the tragedies we create
And all the situations we get through we're biding time and then we blame fate
Why?
I wish this day could last forever
Day is the veil that you can't pull aside like a curtain
Sewn from a black cloth - a cloth that no-one can see.
No-one can take it away and you know this for certain.
No-one can help you, you might as well let the cloth be.
You no longer are able to see, you no longer have foresight.
And you can't part the curtain, there's no way to know what's in store.
You're stranded in time, a ghost that is lost in the twilight.
And the curtain is woven from the memories of time gone before.
Day is blank paper, but paper you never can write on,
Unlike the letters I hold that you sent to me.
But the words that you've written are buried speaking to no-one,
And words that have lost all their soul should never be.
You knew from the first touch this way was a pathway to danger.
You didn't take time to close all the doors and the gate.
Feelings can bring you so near and then leave you a stranger,
And things are not what they appear but find you too late.
Day is the thief that you don't have the courage to track down,
Who forces himself into all of the rooms of your home.
He comes to your garden, your secrets - he's quiet! Makes no sound.
He steals all the answers and leaves all the questions alone.
And you know there'll be days, just like the ones that you once knew.
And you know that love is really a question of thirst.
And you know that one day there will by a new power within you.
Some people are a sickness on this land
They're killing, they're taking, they're stealing
Whatever they can
Anything, anything, anything that is not bolted down
Your life, your money, your heart, your faith, your bike
Anything that is not bolted down
Learn from the animals, monkeys do
Monkeys do piggish things too
Learn from the vegetables, monkeys do
The way they strive towards the light
A small potato in the blight
Still strives towards the light
I know it's as dark as night
It's as dark as night
It is day though
Some would ask, what are we to do
With a world that crumbles to the touch?
A world that spins and dies where it stands,
Like trying ain't enough?
To family is all you can do
To family is all you can do
Even if it's just us two
To family is all you can do
And strive towards the light
Strive towards the light
It's as dark as night
Strive towards the light
Strive towards the light
I know it's as dark as night