A new dead is dawning.
Tallahassee: Oh, I am this close to losing every last bit of my shit.
Tallahassee: We are cursed! We... are... cursed! We're cursed! It's like we picked up Bobby Brady's ass-reaming Tiki and it's just tipping us over, and just ramming us in the...::[to Little Rock]::Tallahassee: Please don't ask me who Bobby Brady is, or I'll lose my shit more than I lost it a second ago, okay?
Tallahassee: There's nothing more romantic then an old couple dying within minutes of one another.::Columbus: Yeah, that's because you smashed their heads in with a fireplace poker.::Little Rock: This is really, really fucked up.::Tallahassee: Hey-ho! Language. But you're right. It is.
Plot
David Ashley Planner, a young sociopathic father with two abandoned teenaged kids and a posse of devoted, pathetic women who all wear the same shirt, is about to win the girl of his dreams. Immaculada Boxer, a dream girl of many, has been participating for decades in Ashley's elaborate games to trap her heart, and it seems that after a lifetime of watching her from afar, he is about to hold her close. The problem is is that, in his yellow raincoat and giant gloves, he does not camouflage particularly well, and at some point, Immaculada became aware of his presence. And so, it is not only a story of lovers who breathe and sweat, but a microcosm of the struggle between those who are happy just respirating and those who are only satisfied if they are perspiring. And what of the fates of Ashley's children, Health and Angel Eyes? Or the discharged soldier Dr. Lt. de Rigueur? Or the underground foster agency known as Youth Corp, which is in the process of destroying families for the purposes of a summer art exhibition? Or the kindly Eleanor, who loves Ashley more than she knows anything else? Or the lesbians that live for Immaculada? Or the unnamed man who plays a crooked card game for control of the world's dictionaries? Or the wise old man who replaced the farm in his kitchen with a refrigerator? Or the world itself?!
Keywords: adventurer, avant-garde, baptism, conundrum, deception, henchwoman, independent-film, lawn-sprinkler, low-budget-film, mansion
Not your usual doomed love story.
David 'Ashley' Planner: How flexible is the kitchen?
Immaculada Boxer: Oh man. Hot winter.::Gresheon: Those leaves aren't even bothering to fall this year.::Immaculada Boxer: I needed this.::Gresheon: You play hard. You deserve it.::Immaculada Boxer: Yeah, but I hate taking a break. Even though I've been goin' my whole life.
David 'Ashley' Planner: You know, I knew I shouldn't have had you guys when I was your age. I just grew out of it.
David 'Ashley' Planner: I apparently went too far, but nobody wants to consider the fact that maybe they came too close.::Eleanor: I'll post your bail.::David 'Ashley' Planner: It's the least you could do, you being one of them.::Eleanor: It'll be us someday. You go and meet Immaculada. And some day, it'll be us. Us'll be you and me.
David 'Ashley' Planner: Hey, um, do you know that doing gymnastic exercise is a way better way to generate creative thoughts than just exercise?::Immaculada Boxer: I...::David 'Ashley' Planner: I'm trying out cartwheeling because I have this big idea. It's too big to exist, but I don't think dreaming gets enough credit. People look down on you if you're not physically ambitious. So, I wanted to do this universe book thing, where instead of there being, like, footnotes that relate back to the real world, there would be... footnotes that would create an entire reality defined by the cultural references of a single novel. There would be actual films, game shows, people living in towns, a whole alternate history of popular music, that this book would define and basically create, in a way, by being written, and then I would go about making all those films, getting audiences and contestants together for those game shows, having surrogate mothers and town fathers giving birth to children and cities and raise and build them as fictionally-defined people and places who and that exist according to the life of my book. I'd get a ton of bands together, and there would be a whole new canon... I don't think I'd make rock as popular, I mean... the rhythms that people rely on that are based off of it are just... the opposite of what music is really supposed to inspire, which is a passion for... life. And there would be an alternate set of book publishers to publish any books that this book would create by referencing. We'd open a Museum of Contemporary Art that was filled with... real art.::Immaculada Boxer: What would you call it?::David 'Ashley' Planner: I'm just frustrated because there are so many options, and there's only one choice to be made in a particular situation, and I think that... a fascist art project that costs billions of dollars and requires the violation of personal rights to bring it into fruition... would relieve the desperation that comes from the limitlessness of everyone's imagination, and the finality not just of life itself but of every single moment that passes in life. Because I need something in my life to fill my life, and I need it to be the biggest thing I can think of, and the biggest thing is my thoughts. The project itself couldn't be titled. It's just a universal, impossible dream being un-realized and realized in a particular way.::Immaculada Boxer: Tell me more about my dreams.::David 'Ashley' Planner: I need something first. Something with carrots.
Wilbur: You'll get your kids back when the gallery show is over.
Immaculada Boxer: Wow, this is pretty... amazing.::David 'Ashley' Planner: Yeah, it's really good for tension, and it's also cooling to the skin.::Immaculada Boxer: Is it going to dry up?::David 'Ashley' Planner: You have to keep it wet... almost constantly.
Wichita: Good to see you're free.::Immaculada Boxer: Submission is the greatest expression of agency as long as you're a fucking genius in the moment.::Wichita: What are you gonna do with this memento?::Immaculada Boxer: I need to baptize something!
Wilbur: So where do you see yourselves?::Health: Splitting up. I'd like to go with a family of realists.::Wilbur: Open-minded realists or close-minded?::Health: Open-minded.::Yates: And what about you, Emily?::Emily: I'll find my own way, which is the Lord's way. So, I guess the closeminded realists.::Yates: There are actually a lot of other options...::Emily: Close-minded realists.
Wichita: Now, Immaculada, as you travel, you should know that there will be several treasure options. Many of the treasures you find will be intangible, yet invaluable, and otherwise unobtainable, treasures that you will be able to choose over more materialistically rewarding prizes. It's almost like you're following the clues to get to the next treasure on the ground and also in your own heart. Are you ready to go?::Immaculada Boxer: I'm so ready!::Wichita: Okay, here's the first trick. The first clue-trick.
Plot
Searching for family. In the early twenty-first century, zombies have taken over America. A shy and inexperienced college student in Texas has survived by following his 30 rules: such as "look in the back seat," "double-tap," "avoid public restrooms." He decides to travel to Ohio to see if his parents are alive. He gets a ride with a boisterous zombie-hating good-old boy headed for Florida, and soon they confront a young woman whose sister has been bitten by a zombie and wants to be put out of her misery. The sisters were headed to an LA amusement park they've heard is zombie free. Can the kid from Ohio get to his family? And what about rule thirty one?
Keywords: abandoned-bus, abandoned-car, accidental-killing, actor-playing-himself, amusement-park, anti-hero, banjo, bare-chested-male, baseball-bat, bathroom
Our land is their land.
Welcome to Zombieland.
This place is so dead
Nut up or shut up.
Survival rule #21: Avoid strip clubs.
Survival rule #28: Get a kickass partner.
Survival rule#4: Don't be a hero.
Survival rule #1: Cardio.
A comedy that kills.
[from trailer]::Wichita: Let's play the quiet game.::Columbus: I've actually been meaning to ask you, have you been to Columbus, because I've been trying to...::Wichita: Have you never played the quiet game?
[from trailer]::Tallahassee: Time to nut up or shut up!
Columbus: [after his neighbor changes into a zombie] You see? You just can't trust anyone. The first girl I let into my life and she tries to eat me.
Tallahassee: I'm not great at farewells, so, uh, that'll do, pig.::Columbus: That's the worst goodbye I've ever heard, and you stole it from a movie.
Columbus: Fuck this clown.
Columbus: The first rule of Zombieland: Cardio. When the zombie outbreak first hit, the first to go, for obvious reasons... were the fatties.
Columbus: I could tell she knew what I was feeling, we all are orphans in Zombieland.
Columbus: [to Tallahassee] You are like a giant cock-blocking robot, like, developed in a secret fucking government lab.
Tallahassee: [discovers Hostess truck filled with Sno-Balls] Sno-Balls? Sno-Balls? Sno Balls? Where's the fucking Twinkies?::Columbus: I love Sno-Balls.::Tallahassee: I hate coconut. Not the taste, consistency.::Columbus: [eats a Sno Ball] Fresh.::Tallahassee: Oh, this Twinkie thing, it ain't over yet.
Tallahassee: [Columbus kisses Wichita] Finally got to first base. Not bad for that scrawny little spit-fuck.
The excitement is In-tents!
Donald: Life sucks - in a good way. Falling in love, falling in hate, getting laid, getting hurt - what's one without the other? When it comes to the ritual of growing up, sometimes you smile because you're happy. Other times, you smile just because you've survived. But hey, a smile is a smile.
Oberon: Nobody tells you how to be an adult. You just keep getting older anyway.
Wendy: Don't get all Breakfast Club on me, bitch!
[after getting hit in the face with a water-filled condom]::Adam: Aah! Spermicidally lubricated.
Pixel: Most stories with a bunch of camp counselors have some serial psycho who systematically butchers everyone one by one.::Wendy: Yeah. And?::Pixel: I don't know, it's kind of funny. I mean who needs a serial psycho with a chainsaw when we have ourselves?
Wendy: Wichita and I were a dream come true, but you know, we have a lot more dreams left. I mean, really, who wants happily ever after when you're nineteen? Before you can be the love of someone's life, you have to have a life first.
Wendy: Isn't fun great?
Little boy: I got stung by a bee.::Wendy: That's terrible, I know how you feel.::Little boy: No you don't.::Wendy: He's right I have absolutely no idea what it feels like.
Adam: Hey, have you ever had a pussy wrapped completely around your head?::Wichitaesque Wes: Eh... no.::Adam: Then what are you... a butthole baby?... haha butthole baby.
Wichita: You know, this reminds me of the time when, uh, we were just talking about something and all of a sudden started to kiss.
Plot
To increase profits for his shipping company, Lynch has goaded the Indians to attack both the telegraph line and the new railroad. When Lynch sells rifles to the Indians, Rod Farrell captures Lynch and his gang. But Lynch's Indian friends free him and this time Farrell finds himself the prisoner.
Keywords: capture, cavalry, chase, disguise, duplicity, escape, fire, firearm, flaming-arrow, freight-line
Wichita /ˈwɪtʃɨtɔː/ WICH-ə-taw is the largest city in the U.S. state of Kansas. As of the 2010 census, the city population was 382,368. Located in south-central Kansas on the Arkansas River, Wichita is the county seat of Sedgwick County and the principal city of the Wichita metropolitan area. As of 2011, the metro area had a population of 630,721.
The city was incorporated in 1870, based on the success of businessmen who came to hunt and trade with native populations. Its position on the Chisholm Trail made it a destination for cattle drives heading north to access railroads to eastern markets. In the 20th century, aircraft pioneers such as Clyde Cessna, Walter Beech and Bill Lear began projects that would lead to Wichita's nicknaming as the Air Capital of the World. The aircraft corporations Stearman, Cessna, Mooney and Beechcraft were all founded in Wichita in the late 1920s and early 1930s. Cessna and Hawker Beechcraft remain based in Wichita today, along with Learjet and Spirit AeroSystems, and both Airbus and Boeing maintain a workforce in Wichita. The city was also at one time the headquarters of the former Derby Oil Company, which was purchased by Coastal Corporation in 1988.
(Olson/Louris/Perlman)
come to Wichita
won't be there in forty days
this is an evil land
brings a devil's cloud
take a message
to abide in what you own
and there'll be no more
no more people singing
la la la
in one morning you will be mine
where the fields are smiling
no more people singing
la la la
in one morning you will be mine
where the fields are smiling
where the fields are smiling
there by crook and fire
and the squatter's rights
don't your cheek get sore
and your mouth get dry
sevens on your sleeve
haven't counted days
then he slouches home
to your loved ones gates
la la la
in one morning you will be mine
where the fields are smiling
no more people singing
la la la
in one morning you will be mine
where the fields are smiling
where the fields are smiling
with my pockets torn
by a whirlwind
man takes what it needs
turns you inside out
come to Wichita
won't be there in forty days
this is an evil land
brings a devil's cloud
la la la
in one morning you will be mine
where the fields are smiling
no more people singing
la la la
in one morning you will be mine
where the fields are smiling
[Verse 1: XV]
Small town, big dreams
And a young boy, the age of fifteen
Had a premonition that his city would get seen
Now I'm winning, get Sheen in the city, uh
The home of a hero
Heroin stay back, this is dope on a needle
Do it for the people, with an anchorman ego
Sex panther cologne in a speedo
Coming live from
Everyday I have to
It's kamikaze blowing up cities you can't come back to
Through all of their don'ts I paid mad dues
I just want the world to feel me like a masseuse
Take em to Kansas,
I ran shit, no ringtones, no dances
Just real music coming out, the fucking answers
Painted ya'll a picture on this Just Blaze canvas
[Hook:]
Small town, big dreams
And a young boy the age of fifteen
Had a premonition that his city would get seen
Big dreams, big dreams, and
Big dreams
Small town, big dreams
And a young boy, the age of fifteen
Had a premenition that his city would get seen
Big dreams, big dreams, and
[Verse 2:]
I'm in the crib dropping shit, no baby diaper
Posted on twitter, showed them niggas that they ain't nicer
Given for free, but when I sell it better pay the piper
You want bars, well this page is Rikers
Thank ya'll the
My home is, I roll with
The coldest, so know this
I won't stop, so know this
I go in, show out
Then you, close in
The dub is gon blow out
Tell me who is gonna hit up
I'm cool not being you
Whether you ran to my music, or just walk through my tombs
Hope you feel it in your sole, like a rock in your shoe
Middle finger to the motherfuckers who thought I should move, away from
As I instruct this, get the memo
Kill instrumentals, as I'm instructed
Time to tell them about the kid from Kansa niggas can't fuck with
And I'm a show the world what the dub is, in the city of
[Hook:]
Small town, big dreams
And a young boy the age of fifteen
Had a premonition that his city would get seen
Big dreams, big dreams, and
Big dreams
Big dreams
And a young boy at the age of fifteen
Had a premonition that his city would get seen
Big dreams, big dreams, and
[Bridge:]
In the city, in the city, in the city of Wichita
In the city, in the city of, in the city of (Wichita)
In the city, in the city, in the city of Wichita
In the city, in the city of, in the city of
(Wichita)
[Just Blaze:]
Oh yeah, it ain't over motherfuckers
[Bridge:]
In the city of, in the city of, in the city of Wichita
In the city of, in the city of, in the city of
In the city of, in the city of, in the city of Wichita
In the city of, in the city of, in the city of
[Verse 3:]
Where I grew up, yeah where I grew up
Read rhymes that blew up, at bedtime they shoot up
Robble blocks, the one that wanna deuce up
Met Sev, we hooped up
That's where I first got stoned, looking for Medusa
And, music was my calling
Where I tried get to get rich bitch, Donnell Rawlings
I'm a heist, how it started, northeast brawling
Southeast walking in a town, needs small in
Due from
When I was at school, with that green backpack on my back fool
That's who, had a dream that my city would be seen
Passed the cliche, wizard of oz movie scenes
They don't know yo
Ain't from KC, but next to it like JoJo
And if you wanna see all kind liz, well here's some photos
No yellow brick road though
Just hit the concrete, made cotton and I'm home bro
Kansas bound lost and found
Isabella with a heart of gold
Thought I'd see her through it but the devil made me do it
It's a story I never told
Spent a little time never learn to rhyme
Guess I never will
She sang a song about Wichita
Now I can't sit still...
Buffalo are out among the falling stars tonight
Shadows cross the kitchen in the afternoon
Daylight break on the hemisphere
I jumped in the water
You left too soon
Blood red sun, moon on the water
Everything is frozen north of Wichita
And the rails bear a dangerous cargo there
Through the latter days of dreamtime
And the screen door is busted
And the hours fall and wither away
Everything is frozen north of Wichita
I’m standing in this truckstop in Coeur D’ Alene
Yeah I come from sad stories
Yeah I come from lonely people too
Yeah I come from California
Where god is green and eyes are blue
Where god is green and eyes are blue
And the bird is flown already
Like the guns are drawn already
Blood red sun, moon on the water
Everything is frozen north of Wichita
And the rails bear a dangerous cargo there
Through the latter days of dreamtime
And the screen door is busted
And the hours fall and wither away
Everything is frozen north of Wichita
I’m standing here just waiting on my judgment day
Buffalo are out among the falling stars tonight
Shadows cross the kitchen in the afternoon
Daylight break on the hemisphere
I jumped in the water
You left too soon
And the screen door is busted
And the hours fall and wither away
Everything is frozen north of Wichita