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Based on an original recording found by the writer-philosopher Jean Paul Sartre in 1967 in which a patient confronts his psychologist after a long therapy that has given him no results. The tension mounts while the doctor wants to get rid of the patient but he's afraid the patient, who is a lawyer, could use the recording as an evidence of the psychologist's methods.
Tales in Rhyme of joy and gloom, told in a doctors waiting room.
Plot
"Chain of Fools" is a heist comedy-romance about a hapless barber whose life takes a turn for the worse when he ends up in possession of a stolen treasure of ancient coins (the "Shiny New Enemies") and simultaneously falls on the wrong side of the law and in love with the detective investigating the crime.
Keywords: babysitting, barbershop, botched-crime, boy-scout, coin, dog, dog-bite, female-agent, flashback, flower
A little larceny. A lot of laughs!
Why should smart people get all the money?
La comédie qui sent l'embrouille
Mickey: Who are you?::Hitman: I'm the Hitman, who are you?::Mickey: I'm the hitman.
Mikey: Excuse me, is this chair being used?::Snotty Man: Does it look like it's being used?::Mikey: "Does it look like it's being used?" That's a good one.::[Mikey picks up the chair and smashes the man with it]::Mikey: Now it's being used.
Mikey: You wanna go see a show? We should go see "Cats"...that's a good show!
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Camille, a naive schoolgirl meets an intiguing influence in Joelle, a slightly older and much more experienced spirit. Camille follows her new friend through the discovery of sex and the darker side of life. As the film progresses Camille discovers Aids and the fear that she may have picked up the disease in her early encounters.
Keywords: aids, exploring-sexuality, film-in-film, infidelity, sexual-exploration
Humour . . . in a black vein
You'll laugh. They'll die.
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Actor Jason Steele plays a caring, godlike doctor on television. Off the set, he's the insecure fiancee of Melissa, a pretty art teacher. Jason doesn't know what to expect of marriage, especially after seeing how the fires have burned out in all of poker buddies' marriages. Complicating matters is that his friends' wives have confused Jason with his television persona and they keep popping up at his house ready to see what his bedside manner is like.
Keywords: actor, art-teacher, fake-marriage, friendship-between-men, friendship-between-women, husband-wife-relationship, independent-film, psychiatrist, question-in-title, receptionist
Jason Steel: Well. I don't have an address. I live in the park. It makes it easier to prey on little girls.
Stella Irving: It's no great thing to tell the man you love the truth. What's important is if you love him enough to tell him a lie.
Stella Irving: You never really get to know a person until they put on their clothes.
A patient is any recipient of health care services. The patient is most often ill or injured and in need of treatment by a physician, advanced practice registered nurse, veterinarian, or other health care provider.
The word patient originally meant 'one who suffers'. This English noun comes from the Latin word patiens, the present participle of the deponent verb, patior, meaning 'I am suffering,' and akin to the Greek verb πάσχειν (= paskhein, to suffer) and its cognate noun πάθος (= pathos).
An outpatient (or out-patient) is a patient who is not hospitalized for 24 hours or more but who visits a hospital, clinic, or associated facility for diagnosis or treatment. Treatment provided in this fashion is called ambulatory care. Outpatient surgery eliminates inpatient hospital admission, reduces the amount of medication prescribed, and uses the physician's time more efficiently. More procedures are now being performed in a surgeon's office, termed office-based surgery, rather than in a hospital-based operating room. Outpatient surgery is suited best for healthy patients undergoing minor or intermediate procedures (limited urologic, ophthalmologic, or ear, nose, and throat procedures and procedures involving the extremities).
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A system in the making,
self-healing for the blind,
sitting in the waiting-room
of the patient mind;
raging at the illness
when the rage may be its cause,
the purpose of the will is lost
in the search for an escape clause,
in the search for an escape clause.
Fatal convalescence,
the wound becomes a weal;
the poison is in essence just
the virus of the real.
But there's sympathetic healing,
the power of the soul bandages,
concealing all that we can't control,
all that we can't control.
Waiting for the doctor to come.
Waiting for the doctor to come.
Waiting for the doctor to come.
Waiting for the doctor to come.
A system in the making,
self-healing for the blind,
sitting in the waiting-room
of the patient mind...
But there isn't any answer
the consciousness can quote
when the loaded dice of chance are there,
rattling in the throat,
rattling in the throat.
Waiting for the doctor to come.
Waiting for the doctor to come.
Waiting for the doctor to come.
Waiting for the doctor to come.
You put your faith in others;
the fear could not be worse,
but Nature's not your mother now,
just your suckling nurse.
There isn't any doctor,
there isn't any cure...
That might come as a shock to you,
but can you really be so sure?
Can you really be so sure?
(Strong education)
I live now and today
(Securitisation)
I'm willing to pay
(Future prospects and expectations)
Just space the words you want to say
(Your social order)
Yeah I got to stand up
(Ethical border)
And I got to get out
(Economical deep, keep your head above water)
Just call me unreasonably proud
Don't want to patient
I don't want to hide
I want to run wild
Don't want to patient
Will not be patient
Let me just fly
One time only try
Don't want to patient
Will not be patient no more
(Working condition)
I've a dream in my head
(Name and position)
That's why some call me mad
(Colour of skin, religion and mission)
When I feel good some make it bad
(Political sides)
When visions are gone
(Your family ties)
We waited too long
(Favorite temptation and sexual wise)
We die but once we were strong
Don't want to patient
I don't want to hide
I want to run wild
Don't want to patient
Will not be patient
Let me just fly
One time only try
Don't want to patient
Will not be patient no more
I don't want to hide
I want to run wild
Don't want to patient
Will not be patient
Let me just fly
One time only try
Don't want to patient
Well I don't know, but I've been told
That you can never get too old
To let new hands feel your heart
And see where it has grown too hard
We can be patient
This situation
Will not destroy us
Will not control us
We can be patient
In this situation,
and you may hate us
But you can't change us
You fell from the apple tree
The one you planted by the stream
The reset button's very close
You're two feet from the telephone
But I see you stare me down
The quiet won't erase this sound
We can be patient
This situation
Will not destroy us
Will not control us
We can be patient
In this situation,
and you may hate us
But you can't change us
We're saying no oh oh
no oh oh
We're saying no oh oh
no oh oh
We're saying no oh oh
no oh oh
We're saying no oh oh
no oh oh
Slowly breaking,
years of waiting
Slowly breaking
years of waiting
Slowly breaking
your voice above the crowd
We can be patient
This situation
Will not destroy us
Will not control us
We can be patient
In this situation,
and you may hate us
But you can't change us
We're saying no oh oh
no oh oh
We're saying no oh oh
no oh oh
We're saying no oh oh
no oh oh
We're saying no oh oh
You are adored but you say you're alone
Like I'm nothing at all
That's how you punish me
By always letting me fall
I've built this sanctuary for
Your troubles and doubts
And there I pray for you
And now you look at me
Like I wasn't true
And maybe you don't want no one to find out
That I am kissing you
Maybe you don't want no one to find out
That I was the one taking love from you
Patiently, waiting for you to give up everything
Say just what you mean
I'm patiently, waiting
For you to give up everything
Say just what you mean
I want to be adored
By your lips and your hands
Can't seem to tell you this
When you analyze
Every single kiss
You tell me you're just a saint, boys
will be boys, this was a game
And you don't want no one to find out that I
Was the one playing games with you
Patiently, I'm waiting for you to give up everything
Say just what you mean
I'm patiently, waiting
For you to say just what you mean
Here i am
Still roaming through the streets of forbearaent
a gust of innocence has made of me the stoog of life
but i'm still patient, still aware of what we missed
i've found disillusion an ambiton
Here i am
Still listening to the sound of ignorance
my lust for weariness has made of me a fool of life
but im still patient, still aware of what we lack
i've found an isolation in stagnation
"Come in", a voice is calling
a call in the name breaking
a break in the way we are fallin
a fall in the place i've got know
Now here i am
still wandering through the light of doubt
my quest of confusion has made of me the perfect dolt
but i'm still patient, but so bored inside
will i let myself drown in another fight
"Come in", a voice is calling
a call in the name breaking
a break in the way we are fallin
a fall in the place i've got know
Alone.
Yet so many voices unceasingly chatter.
I awake behind window bars in a room so white.
Cold like melting frost in this summers night.
There is nothing that can hold my weight.
Nothing to slip around my neck to end this misery.
Not even the dignity of suicide is given to me.
Why can't you all be fucking silent?
So I can think... the blinding light and the sterile
smell comes over me.
Take this pill. Worship this god. Wear a smile. Lie to
the world.
Everything is alright.
No, you can't leave (Not until our pockets are full).
Scars run so deep.
A ghost of me is all you will see.
The burns from a rope I never tied.
The scars on wrists I never cut: Made by the life I
didn't want.
Healed by the life I would one day lead.
There is hope somewhere beneath all this death.
The final exhalation could be a newborn's first breath.
Somewhere in the final resting place of a rotten old
tree: Amanitas are growing.
This is where I will be.
A place where scars are beautiful.
Where sanity and insanity meet.