Plot
A remake of the 1985 original, teenager Charley Brewster (Yelchin) guesses that his new neighbor Jerry Dandrige (Farrell) is a vampire responsible for a string of recent deaths. When no one he knows believes him, he enlists Peter Vincent (Tennant), a self proclaimed vampire killer and Las Vegas magician, to help him take down Jerry.
Keywords: 3-dimensional, aerial-shot, arrow, axe, bare-chested-male, basement, bitten-in-the-neck, blood, blood-spatter, boyfriend-girlfriend-relationship
You can't run from evil when it lives next door.
'Evil' Ed Thompson: I really hate to be the one to tell you this, but that guy, your neighbor; yeah, he's a vampire man.::Charley Brewster: My neighbor?::'Evil' Ed Thompson: Yeah.::Charley Brewster: Next door?::'Evil' Ed Thompson: Yeah.::Charley Brewster: Jerry. I just met him.::'Evil' Ed Thompson: Okay. Jerry.::Charley Brewster: That is a terrible vampire name. Jerry?::'Evil' Ed Thompson: I didn't name him, man. I'm just reporting the facts.
[after Jerry blows up the Brewster house]::Jerry Dandrige: I don't need an invitation if there's no house.
'Evil' Ed Thompson: [to Mark] Don't you have some sluts to go fuck?
Mark: Man, that was some fucked up night.
Peter Vincent: I'm a great date. Get me drunk, and I'll try anything.
[repeated line]::Jerry Dandrige: Hey, guy.
Peter Vincent: Don't do anything I wouldn't do. That doesn't narrow it down. That's like, mini-golf and sushi.
Charley Brewster: You read way too much Twilight.::'Evil' Ed Thompson: That's fiction, okay. This is real. He's a real monster and he's not brooding, or lovesick, or noble. He's the fucking shark from Jaws. He kills, he feeds, and he doesn't stop until everybody around him is dead. And I seriously am so angry you think I read Twilight.
Ginger: Good show tonight right, baby-cakes?::Peter Vincent: You were late again on the "Devil's Torture Chamber".::Ginger: I have something for you, look. [she gives him the middle finger] You were early again. In the bedroom.::Peter Vincent: Fuck you!::Ginger: I will fuck myself. Someone's gotta do it.
Jerry Dandrige: This girl tonight. She's a handful, you know? Women who look a certain way, they... they need to be managed. It's true. Your dad ducked out on you, huh? Your mom, she didn't exactly say, but there's a kind of... neglect. Gives off a scent. You don't mind my saying, you got a lot on your shoulders for a kid. The two of you, alone. And your girl... Amy. She's ripe. I bet there's a line of guys dying to pluck that. Your mom, too. You don't see it. Maybe you do, but she's putting it out. It's on you to look after them. You up for that, guy?::Charley Brewster: I think I can manage.::Jerry Dandrige: Good. Because there's a lot of bad people out there, Charley. Everyone's got to look after his own business.
A Black Black Comedy About Miscegenation.
The scariest kids movie ever made!
Alice: Here's a scary one. Night Of The Living Dead.::Edie: What's it about?::Alice: The walking dead!::Edie: Where do they walk to?
Welcome to the school of hard knocks!
Plot
Three strangers meet at the New York funeral of a mutual friend named Henry. The three - Henry's Southern girl friend (Jacqueline McKenzie), his drifting ex-college buddy (Simon Baker-Denny), and his businessman childhood friend (Pruitt Taylor-Vince) - join together at Henry's request to drive his ashes to Montana to be scattered. The story obviously follows the pitfalls of strangers on a lengthy cross-country journey.
Keywords: independent-film
Plot
A young college man and his best friend both vie for the affections of the same woman while on their Spring Break vacation.
Keywords: automobile-accident, based-on-play, camera, checkers-game, college, dance-party, dartmouth, father-daughter-relationship, friendship, harvard
Kate 'Katie' McKim: And what is man but woman's last domesticated animal?!
Kate 'Katie' McKim: Why, Mr. Thatcher, is that suspicion I see coming up in the dumbwaiter of your mind?
Mildred the Maid: Miss Benson... it's HIM.
Alexandra 'Alex' Benson: I'm sure you're trying to protect us from ourselves.::Sam 'Sammy' Thatcher: Yes... yes, I am.
Plot
Young Cedric Errol lives with his widowed mother in New York City. Cedric's late father was a son of the Earl of Dorincourt, but the Earl had objected strongly to his son's marriage, and thus has long been estranged from Cedric and his mother. But when the Earl's only surviving son dies in a riding accident, Cedric suddenly becomes Lord Fauntleroy, the Earl's heir. Cedric and his mother travel to England, where they must overcome the Earl's hard feelings about the past, as well as some unexpected obstacles.
Keywords: based-on-novel, boy-played-by-woman, character-name-in-title, class-differences, culture-clash, dual-role, fish-out-of-water
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He used to go to the Nottingham Bluecoat School from 2002-2007. He also held the record at the School for most wickets taken in a season.
Blood. The symbol of life, Bones.
The symbol of death. My visions. My
visions Coming from unknown sorces in the
mind. Cancel life. Intervene in creation.
During my revelation, seeing
earth as hell - And the mother
of poison life. I exalt myself
to demon.
That is the nature of my being.
Spit - Death - Upon - Life.
I see your smiling face. I see
your closed eyes. I see your
life demolished.
My mind keeps burning
with passion and revolt. My
perversions the symbol of the
human race. Now watch the
fall of creation.
A circle of death will eat the earth.
I am the silencer the
adversery. Give me your
pride in life. Watch - Death
- Act. Now you can carve
my demise into your skin.
And what a beautiful
sight that is. When you
now see the joy in others.
My presence will make you
act insain, insain. You will
serve in my name. They
will scream, and they will
cry, when your mind starts
burning.
Now you see the nature of
our species. And what a sight
Hor den siste tone av
tidens slag. Universets siste
andedrag. Hor den for den
klinger. For klangen
vil forbli i troens tap.
Blunk en siste gang -
fol det dype morket.
For dit du skal finnes
intet. Kjenn en siste
gang pa lysets stikk.
Dit du skal finnes intet.
Det finnes innet.
Gapet eter morket som
svelger lyset. Den siste pust
- Tomhet.
Du har aldri folt ellar vaert
som andre var. Aldri blitt
den som onsker livets
gleder velkommen. Lukker
og last i tidens sorgfylte
vals. Fanget. i
tilintetgjorelsens
grep.
Kjenn smaken av
din doende kropp
iet hvert andedrag.
Smak jordens siste
gang til det jamrende liv,
og vindens kaos som
omgir deg. For dit du skal
opphorer det.
Den siste tone av tidens slag.
Vart siste andedrag. Ekkoet
av jordens puls gar tapt i
I have walked this
earth for eternities
Explored its
every inch of
devastation.
Searched without
knowing what to
search for. No
hope of escaping
this personal hell.
My three demons
unveil themselves.
My intellect. My hatred.
My insanity.
A vision appear
before me. A world
without friends or foes.
I am everthing and
nothing.
Dead and alive in my own
universe. The path to immortality
and salvation. Finally it all
seems clear. I have discovered
the path to immortality and
salvation. I Praise the dark
forces surrounding my soul.
I welcome the undoing of
In the dark
of the mind,
the flame lightens.
I discover the
curse of my soul.
Trapped in this life form,
forced to experience
the flaws of
human nature.
Disturbed, deranged and mentally fucked
in the eyes of those who can not see. In the
visions of my dying flesh I see the
gathering of an higher power. The reason for me
wandering these fields of poison.
In the silence, in the night. There is a force
taking place in the flesh I wear. And the signs
will show in new forms
as the days go by in the
flesh I wear.
I bear the chalice, my
soul, with pride and
strength. My human
flesh is the temple of self-
discovered knowledge.
Which I'll bring forth to
the grand dimension of
From the second they are born. They are afraid to die
Clinging to their god. Obeying his every word
When the sun turns black
When the trees have died
Warriors stand proud
And witness the demise of mankind
I have chosen a life in darkness. Not afraid to stand alone
Like an unstoppable disease. I bring death without glory
Walking amongst them. Observing their ways
Corrupting their minds. Earning their trust
When the sun turns black
When the trees have died
Warriors stand proud
And witness the demise of mankind
In a furious attack
I will unleash my wrath
Exposing the beast
I am dead but not finished
Driven by rvenge. Her
dreams consist of panic and
anxiety. Invisible to her eyes
but not to her subconscious.
She feels my presence and
obeys my words. I strive to
break down all humanity.
My orders resulting in chaos.
She's a slave to my dictatorship.
Unable to withstand my
voice of insanity.
My legion of disposable bodies, fulfilling my macabre
Kampen mot det usynelige
Som bryter deg ned
Er like haples
som det livet du har levd
Stikkende smerte
Inni din kropp
Ingen hjelp a fa
Ingen ork til motstand
Sykdom
En herlig flom av dod
Sykdom
Dod og forvervelse
Din kropp og sjel dor
Mens du venter
Pa en gud som aldri kommet
Sykdom, var kriger i kampen mot Livet
Menneskeheten skal do
I uendelig pinsel
Sykdommen skal herje
So satisfying, to see you suffer
All you have believed in falls to pieces
You try to obtain, a normal life
You will not succeed
Sickness has struck your closest ones
Your god will save you from your misery
You always thought you could win
If you obeyed the words of Christ
I think you know better now
I can not describe the joy I feel
When I see the disbelief in your eyes
You are a hallowed shell with no one to turn to
In your hour of despair you scream for salvation
There's none to be found
Your life ends abruptly by your own hands
I praise the misfortunes of others
I praise destruction of planet earth
I praise eternal darkness
I praise chaos
Schadenfreude, I enjoy your misery
Morke kalde vinder
omsvoper mitt sinn.
Negativr tankesett
befester seg. Glede
fordrevet av likegydighet.
Take er alt som er
tilbake av mitt gamle jeg.
Et konturlost landskap
Holdepunkter viskes ut.
Menneskelig kontakt
forsvinner. En alternativ
virkelighet oppstat.
Fiendtling
Paranoid
Hatfull
Psykotisk
Overmenneske
Fritatt for konsekvens
og fornuft. I mitt eget
univers der vanvidd
hersker.
Rett er galt
og galt er rett.
En ferd i morket pa
ukjente stier. Alene
pa jakt etter meg selv.
Doden truer i det
Place the altar, candles,
red, black and white. A
ritual takes place, we call
upon death. Summon
the forces of primeval
chaos into the triangel,
drawn in black and blood
I commit myself - to silence
and death. Hear our praise
- Our song - The unspoken
word. The code to open
portals - to dimension death
Approach the gate Mal' ak ha-
mashhit, Thanatos, Grimnir.
Enter our world. Turn
the wheels of mankind
Enter - Enter
Give me thy soul - Human
Your call is heard. You
seek destruction of Man,
and a new direction
for planet earth. Give me thy
soul - Human.
Our call is heard Mal' ak ha-
mashhit, Thanatos, Grimnir.
I offer my soul. Turn the
wheels of mankind. Break the
chains of power - release
Chaos. Death. Human.
And now the signs will show
in form of Acts of impulse in
the circle of leaders. A man
of power Will turn the coin
of the plan - world peace.
Now destruction.
Vengence,
wrath,
murder.
The fall of
civil life.
The poison
breath of moral
lifecodes cease
to exist. In
the presence
I wake up with the hunger. Let the hunt begin
A life must be taken. To silence my voices
The ceremony begins
I savour the moment. The fear is their eyes
Their silent screams. Praying for their life
But my demons command me
Helpless to resist. I sharpen my tools
Only pain await. The ritual is complete
Death is your relief
Death is your relief
You know what to do
Kill in his name
In his name...
My voices has left me
The calmness arrives
I enjoy the silence
Before the dreams of death
Havet av alle, Svikfull som fa
Bringer av smerte, Doden og
Hater verden, Matte ven forga
I epidemier, Pesten vil igjen seire
Sviker av menneskeheten, Forsaker av glede
Fornekter av livet, Ingen far leve i fred
Hatet av alle, hatet av alle
Hatet av alle, Svikfull som fa
Bringer av smerte, Doden og
Hatet av alle, ieg forsaker glede
Hatet av alle, ieg fornekter livet
Jeg velger vort livet, Oinfavner doden
Fodt til a herske i dodsriket
En planet uten liv. Et nydelig skue
Doden har seiret. Doden har seiret
Se de svake i det fjerne
De unngår konflikt, og vender blikket ned
Sniker seg rundt, som en jævla saueflokk
Deres eksistens, er selvutslettende
Uten egne tanker, uten egne ord
Holdes håpet høyre enn livet
Drømmer om det gode, jeg må le
Kun Deres død, vil gi fred i mitt sinn
Deres tro på tilgivelse
Gir meg ingen tvil
De skal pines
Før jeg ender deres liv
Ingen medlidenhet
Ingen anger
Guds skitne avkom
Wandering in solitude
Finding my path
The forest surrounds me
Darkness, death and despair
My hatred towrads humans
Keeps me alive
I will keep on killing
Till the end of time
I obey my bloodthirst
And search out my victims
My legion with evil
Will be the end of mankind
Glorious massive murder
Leaves blood on my hands
As a messenger from hell
I fulfill my destiny
Embrace hate
Embrace murder
Embrace war
Livlos i drommens dyp
Himmelen morkner, Sterkt svart lys
Brenner set ut og danner mitt vesen
Jeg flyter pa egen grunn
Formet av det morke
Oinsvopt av demoner
I kraftens senter ledes ingen vei
Nye skal skapes
Jordens rytme brytes av taktfast utslettelse
En etter en faller de, Den bleke mann
Drept av dodens arme
Etterlatt pa blodvat mark
Blant vrennende lik ligger restene av det
vi en gang vle fortalt var livets rette vei
Na holdes var fane hoyt
Seirende i alle slag
Beriket av egen styrke
Samlet vak dyrets fane