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While on a flight home from Colombia, the plane that Dr. Carrie Ross and her daughter are on is attacked by bullet ants whose sting is the most painful and deadliest on the planet. Joining forces with air marshal Ethan Hart, Dr. Ross, an entomologist, tries desperately to save the flight from disaster. In the end, their struggle brings them closer together and offers the couple hope for the future.
Keywords: air-marshal, ant, breast-feeding, entomologist, government-conspiracy, infestation, lesbian-couple, mother-daughter-relationship, nature-run-amok, pesticide
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In 1944 Poland, a Jewish shop keeper named Jakob is summoned to ghetto headquarters after being caught out near curfew. While waiting for the German Kommondant, Jakob overhears a German radio broadcast about Russian troop movements. Returned to the ghetto, the shopkeeper shares his information with a friend and then rumors fly that there is a secret radio within the ghetto. Jakob uses the chance to spread hope throughout the ghetto by continuing to tell favorable tales of information from "his secret radio." Jakob, however, has a real secret in that he is hiding a young Jewish girl who escaped from a camp transport train. A rather uplifting and slightly humorous film about World War II Jewish Ghetto life.
Keywords: 1940s, actor, barber, based-on-novel, beating, cardiologist, concentration-camp, curfew, death, death-of-protagonist
When all hope was lost, he invented it.
He will make you believe.
[first lines]::Jakob Heym: Hitler goes to a fortune-teller and asks, "When will I die?" And the fortune-teller replies, "On a Jewish holiday." Hitler then asks, "How do you know that?" And she replies, "Any day you die will be a Jewish holiday."
Lina Kronstein: What happened to your wife?::Jakob Heym: They *shot* her. Under a tree. I don't know what kind of tree it was. I didn't bother to ask.
Jakob Heym: Oh, God of the Jews! Why didn't you make your people a race of mice?
Jakob Heym: I don't want to see you playing with that cat. I certainly don't want to see you catch it and eat it. Any cat that lets itself get caught is sick.
Jakob Heym: I'll burn that bridge when I get to it.
Jakob Heym: Here's a book about Africa. You read this, you'll forget you're hungry.
Jakob Heym: A barber with a dull razor is like a blind moyl.
Mischa: If you had one and didn't want anyone to know... ...the best way would be to say you had one... ...because no one owning a radio would be stupid enough to admit it. They'd leave you alone, which means.... What does it mean, Jakob?::Jakob Heym: I don't know.::Mischa: It means you've got a radio.::Jakob Heym: I don't have a radio.::Mischa: I understand.
Frankfurter: Until the last line has been spoken, the curtain cannot come down.
Kowalsky: If you hang yourself, I'll kill you.
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Raxid, a young immigrant from Morocco who is fed up of working as a laborer, decides to leave Paris to devote himself to his vocation for athletics in Casablanca, with the record man Saïd Aouita as his trainer. When he is in Barcelona, in his way to Morocco, someone steals his wallet and he finds himself without his documentation, his airplane ticket and his money. He has to stay in Barcelona, where he ends up becoming a very important personality of art and culture.
Keywords: based-on-novel
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George has been in a mental hospital for 3 years and is finally ready to go out into the real world again. Eddie Dash, a dedicated con-man, is supposed to keep him out of trouble, but when people begin to recognize George as the missing millionaire Abe, Eddie wants to take advantage of the situation.
Keywords: accidental-shooting, actor, actress, asylum, bear, beer, beverly-hills-california, box-office-flop, brewery, buddy
One lies for fun. The other lies for money. Now that's teamwork.
George: [paralyzed with fear from the angry doberman barking ferciously in the car window, with it's paws on the car door] Eddie?::Doberman Dog: Bark!::George: Eddie?::Doberman Dog: Bark!::George: Eddie?::Doberman Dog: Bark!::George: Eddie?::Doberman Dog: Bark!::George: Ed...?::Doberman Dog: Bark!::George: Eh?::Doberman Dog: Bark!::Eddie Dash: [Eddie leans out the window to shout to the angry dog, Duane, that is stopping George from getting out of the car] Hey, Duane. Give the man a break. Come on! Hey, I'll let you hump my leg. Come on, baby.::Eddie Dash: [Duane takes off]::Eddie Dash: It's all right George, you can come out now.
[Last line (after credits)]::George: Don't ever call my friend a "shithead" again, OK?
Wax Frankenstein: [stands still pretending to be a statue, then moves and places a hand on George's chest] Hi, how ya doin'?::George: Waaahhh! Ahhhh!Aaaaaaaahhhh! [runs off, flailing his arms]::Eddie Dash: George? George! [backhands Frankestein on the chest] Damn you! You see what you did to my friend? You big, green, fuck!
Eddie Dash: [still holding the saxophone, Eddie looks around making sure no one sees, then bends down and turns off the boom box playing the saxophone music. He picks up his hat with all the change people have dropped in it and shakes it]::Eddie Dash: Hey Andy! Drinks are on the house! [Eddie enters the bar]
Al: Abe didn't say he was bringing a friend [nods to Eddie as he is sitting down, not bothering to shake Eddie's outstretched hand] . Hi, I'm Al.::Eddie Dash: Hi. [hand still outstretched, looks at it, confused when Al doesn't shake his hand]::Al: So Abe? Where ya been all this time? Last I heard you were down in the jungle area someplace.::George: [looks to Eddie] Eddie...::Al: Something the matter, Abe?::Eddie Dash: No, nothing's wrong Al! My man just doesn't like to talk...::Al: [interrupts] Hey, I'm askin' Abe. [looks back to George, awaiting an answer]::Eddie Dash: Well, he can't talk about it right now. But I Can.::Al: Hey! Butt out, shithead!::George: [nervously shakes his head] Eddie, Eddie...::Eddie Dash: Listen Al...::Al: [interrupts again] Hey! butt out, shithead! I'm talkin' to A, mmmmpphhh! [George has clamped his hand over Al's face and is nose to nose with Al]::George: I don't like it when you call my friend a shithead! [has not released his hold on Al's face] And if you do it one more time, I'll cut your fuckin' balls off! Which is something I'm very good at! [releases Al's face] K?::Al: sure!::George: Say K!::Al: K! K! Su... Sure Abe!::George: You lookin' at me?::Al: No, no! Sure thing Abe! [looks towards the ceiling]::George: Now I know you came to bring us a bunch of money, and all that shit!::Eddie Dash: But...::George: But! [interrupts Eddie from interjecting] But! Don't call my friend a shithead again! [looks back to Al] Now you can talk!::George: [silence between the three, then George puts a hand on Al's shoulder] Look, [looks to Eddie] , just don't call him... [Al shakes his head nervously] all right. Maybe I had you pegged wrong.::Al: I'm sorry, I...::Eddie Dash: Hey, no big thang! You know, people call me shithead all the time! Just like if you were bringing me a lot of money, and you handed it to me and said, here shithead, [Al nervously shakes his head no, not wanting to set George off again] you know what I would say? Thank you, Al!
George: Eddie, lemmie kiss Elaine goodbye...::Eddie Dash: [whispering] Nah, shhhh! You'll wake her up!::George: [whispering] just one kiss, I won't wake her up. [Bends down, kisses Elaine's forehead. Elaine slightly stirs, then goes back to sleep] . Oh, look at her, isn't she cute?::Eddie Dash: Shhh! come on let's go! [hands George something]::George: What is this?::Eddie Dash: Shhhh! This is your gun! [hands George a large two-barreled shotgun]::George: Oh, I could never shoot a gu... yipe! [George drops the shotgun which discharges, destroying a large vase]::Elaine: Gasp! [Elaine, thinking she is under attack, rolls to the other side of the bed and onto the floor] HOLY SHIT! [Elaine's head slowly appears at the side of the bed, nervously whispers] George? What happened, are you all right?::George: [whispers] Sorry, honey!::Eddie Dash: [gritting his teeth] Fuckin' lunatic!
Therapist: Phil, for God's sakes! Put a sock in it, will ya?::Phil: I was simply sayin... [trails off and sits down as he finishes the last word, like a toy with its battery pulled]::George: [George begins to open the tall box Phil placed on his lap] I can honestly say I didn't expect to get... [opens the box] a hat! [the gift is a tall top hat much like Abe Lincoln wore during his presidency]::Tim: It's an Honest Abe hat.::Brad: Yeah, its to house your mickey, after a busy day of lyin'!::Therapist: I know it doesn't look like much George, but the fellas did work pretty hard on it.::George: I'm not ashamed of this hat! Far from it! I'm gonna wear this hat! I'm not afraid anymore! [stands] I'm ready for my new life!::Therapist: Then say it, George!::George: I'm a ready teddy yo!
Rupert Dibbs: Listen, I want to know who you are, and I mean Right Now!::Eddie Dash: Well who the fuck are you?::Eddie Dash: Elaine?::Eddie Dash: Look, I'm Abe Fielding's BEST FRIEND asshole!::Rupert Dibbs: Oh come on!::Eddie Dash: What, you think you can just come in here and talk to me like I'm shit?::Rupert Dibbs: You wouldn't even know Abe Fielding if you were talking to him! Elaine?::Eddie Dash: Wait, are you Abe Fielding?::Rupert Dibbs: No I'm not. Elaine? I'm Rupert Dibbs, I run Abe Fielding's business.::George: [George has been listening to the bickering between Eddie and Rupert and now pops out from where he was hiding] Dibsy!::Rupert Dibbs: Abe? Abe!::George: You ol' duffer! Howsa the boy!::Rupert Dibbs: My God, you're back!::George: Long time no see Pal! Eddie, [George puts his hand on Eddie's shoulder] I bet you thought this was Abe Fielding, huh?::Eddie Dash: yeah...::George: Well, you know how I knew he wasn't Abe Fielding?::Eddie Dash: No.::George: [leans into Eddie's ear and shouts] BECAUSE I'M ABE FIELDING!::Eddie Dash: [Eddie rubs his ear] Oh! Abe! Howsa the boy!::George: Fine! [looks to Rupert] Come on Dibsy, give me a wet one!::Rupert Dibbs: A what? [George kisses him on the cheek] Ah, ah ha! [He kisses George back playing along] Well what do you expect, you run off to God knows where, you don't write, you don't let anyone know where you are going, leaving me to run things...::George: Oh, no lectures, no lectures!::Rupert Dibbs: Well? What do you expect? You let everyone think you were dead!::George: All right, all right! Come on, have a drink with me!::Rupert Dibbs: I... I don't drink.
George: Geez, I still can't get this guy to take a drink! By the way, Rupert, this is my best friend, Eddie.::Rupert Dibbs: Elaine!::Eddie Dash: No, Eddie.::Elaine: Rupert! What are you doing here?::Rupert Dibbs: Well, I had actually come to see you, but now that Abe is back, I actually need him to sign a few papers.::George: OK!::Rupert Dibbs: All right. Abe, if you would just...::George: You want my Abe Fielding on that?::Rupert Dibbs: Yes.::George: OK!::Rupert Dibbs: Sign here... and here.
Eddie Dash: [beginning lines, the Tri-Star advertisement music begins playing, we see a stallion galloping onto the screen towards the Tri-Star logo] Easy boy, steady.::Eddie Dash: [the stallion sprouts wings and leaps and flies over the Tri-Star logo] Wait? Whoa! Fuckin' wings? What's goin' on?::Eddie Dash: [loud crashs, bangs, pots and pans hitting the floor than coming to a silence] Fuckin' white horse!
Blumenthal may refer to:
Heston Marc Blumenthal, OBE ( /ˈbluːmənθɔːl/; born 27 May 1966 in London, raised in Buckinghamshire) is an English chef and owner of The Fat Duck, a three-Michelin-starred restaurant in Bray, Berkshire which has been voted Best Restaurant in the UK and received a perfect score of 10/10 every year since 2007 by The Good Food Guide. Additionally, it was voted best restaurant in the world in 2005 by Restaurant magazine. Since that date, it was awarded 2nd place in 2006, 2007, 2008 and 2009, 3rd in 2010 and 5th in 2011.
Heston Blumenthal attended the Latymer Upper School in London for one year[citation needed] before transferring to Lacey Green Church of England School until 12.[citation needed] Blumenthal completed his studies at age 18[citation needed] at John Hampden Grammar School, High Wycombe.
Blumenthal is entirely self-taught. His first paid job as a curry chef was when he opened his own restaurant, The Fat Duck. Prior to this, his only experience in a professional kitchen was a one week long work experience at Marco Pierre White's restaurant and 10 days' unpaid experience in Raymond Blanc's kitchen.[citation needed]
Max Blumenthal (born December 18, 1977) is an American author, journalist, and blogger. Formerly senior writer for The Daily Beast, he is the author of Republican Gomorrah: Inside the Movement that Shattered the Party.
Blumenthal's opinion and journalistic efforts have appeared on media outlets. He has produced several short video reports that he has posted on YouTube, among other websites. He used to work for the progressive organization Media Matters for America.
Max Blumenthal was born in Boston on December 18, 1977 and is the son of Jacqueline Jordan and former Bill Clinton administration presidential aide Sidney Blumenthal. He received a B.A. in history from the University of Pennsylvania in 1999.
Blumenthal won the Online News Association's Independent Feature Award for his article in Salon.com, Day of the Dead. The piece stated that the killing of hundreds of women in Ciudad Juárez, Chihuahua, Mexico was connected to the policies of the corporations with factories in the border city.
Morton A. Klein is currently president of ZOA, The Zionist Organization of America.
In 1993, while serving as the organization’s Philadelphia chapter president, he was elected national president.
The ZOA web site quotes the following from Klein's Encyclopaedia Judaica entry: "Klein revived a moribund Zionist Organization of America (ZOA) in the 1990s and made it one of the most out-spoken organizations on the American Jewish scene."
It has been noted that he has steered the organization "to the right".
He is a child of Holocaust survivors, born in a displaced persons camp in Gunzberg, Germany. He is an economist who served in the Nixon, Ford, and Carter Administrations. He has served as a biostatistician at UCLA School of Public Health and the Linus Pauling Institute of Science and Medicine in Palo Alto, Calif. He has been a lecturer in mathematics and statistics at Temple University.
Today, Klein is member of the International Board of Governors of the Ariel University Center of Samaria.
His father was a Satmar chasid, an Orthodox Rabbi with semicha (religious ordination) from Rabbi Teitelbaum. Mr. Klein said in a Jewish Press interview regarding his father that "In Europe he had a long beard and black hat and was a rosh yeshiva in his early 20s. But he disagreed with the Satmars on Israel. My father loved Israel, so obviously this was transmitted to me."
Ulrich Schnauss (born 1977) is an electronic musician and producer based in Germany.
Ulrich Schnauss was born in the northern German seaport of Kiel in 1977. He became interested in a range of music: My Bloody Valentine, Slowdive, Tangerine Dream, Chapterhouse, and early bleep & breakbeat tracks. There was not much opportunity to see his musical influences in Kiel, so he moved to Berlin in 1996.
Ulrich's musical output began under the pseudonyms of View to the Future and Ethereal 77. These electronica and drum-driven pieces were noticed by Berlin electronica label CCO (City Centre Offices), to which Schnauss sent CD's on a regular basis. Ulrich developed these submissions to CCO into his first album under his own name, Far Away Trains Passing By, released in Europe in 2001, and in the United States in 2005.
His next album, 2003's A Strangely Isolated Place, showed the influence of My Bloody Valentine's Kevin Shields and Cocteau Twins' Robin Guthrie. Schnauss has said of this album, "When you've worked with computers and keyboards for a number of years, they become not so fascinating of themselves anymore. I gained confidence after people began to discover Far Away Trains Passing By, and it hasn't really stopped since then. This time I decided not to compromise on what I wanted to do, with what I thought people might want me to do."