Plot
In Curuguazu, located in the Argentinian countryside, seventeen year-old Daniel Montero has been raised by his grandmother for three years since the death of his parents in a car accident. Daniel has a boring life, working in a poultry processing plant and meeting his friends in the square to make small talk. He saves some money from his salary and buys an old television, where he watches late night porn shows of Sabrina Love. Daniel wins a contest to spend one night with Sabina Love in Buenos Aires. However, he does not have the 50 pesos to pay for the bus ticket and hitchhikes along 500 kilometers with truck drivers to the city. He is robbed on the road but arrives in Buenos Aires on Saturday morning, but the television postpones his meeting with Sabrina Love to Monday. Without any money, he visits his older brother Enrique who left his hometown many years ago to study agronomy and does not know that his parents are deceased. Daniel discovers many truths during his brief stay.
Keywords: based-on-novel, capital, country-life, female-nudity, homosexual, homosexuality, mirror, nudity, orphan, photograph
Plot
Horace, a New York City down-on-his-luck writer, meets and finds love with a waifish young woman, named Jane, whom he shacks her up in his tiny apartment room and asks her to pose as a model for some creative death scene photos. But Horace's nowhere job and Jane's drug addiction threaten the union between them, until he moves himself and her to Atlantic City to start over and try to help her overcome her addictions. With that all looks well and upbringing for Jane and Horace... so it seems.
Keywords: independent-film
Jane: Who do I have to fuck to get a cream soda in this joint?
Plot
Josh Randall works for the owner of a Hong Kong based casino and is treated like a son. When the owner is approached by someone who's connected and wants to buy his casino, the man refuses the offer. Later the owner and son are killed. Josh then gets the man's daughter and tries to protect her. Later Josh is pursued by the police and anyone who helps is killed. Josh tries to get to the people who did it.
Keywords: action-hero, b-movie, bar-brawl, bar-fight, beating, beretta, biracial, blood, blood-splatter, boat
A walking weapon that never misses!
Josh Randall: Why do they always pick on my hat?
Kam: I hope you live long enough to tell Randall what I did to his girl.
Inspector Chen: I love to watch a good fight. And you're pretty good.
Josh Randall: My best hat. Shit.
Josh Randall: If I was a tree, I'd hide in a forest.
Stan Ramandi: [fighting Randall] You're good Mister Randall. But you're not good enough.
Josh Randall: [to Ramandi] Nice place you've got here. [to himself] Asshole.
Josh Randall: Bravest man I ever knew was a homosexual.
Plot
Famous detective Hercule Poirot is on the Orient Express, but the train is caught in the snow. When one of the passengers is discovered murdered, Poirot immediately starts investigating.
Keywords: 1930s, agatha-christie, antiquities-dealer, avalanche, based-on-novel, bosphorus, butler, button, child-kidnapping, countess
The greatest cast of suspicious characters ever involved in murder.
The Who's Who in the Whodunnit!
Hercule Poirot: You never smile, madame la princesse?::Princess Dragomiroff: My doctor has advised against it.
A.D.C.: Ah, here's your ticket, Monsieur Poirot. I'm afraid you've still got another hour.::Hercule Poirot: Then, please, do not wait.::A.D.C.: Not wait? Hah. After all you've done for us, Monsieur Poirot? Ha ha. Oh. Uh, my general's orders were to ensure your safe departure. He also wished to thank you again for saving the honour of the British garrison in Jordan. The Brigadier's, uh, confession was opportune. I say, how did you do it? Was it the old, uh, thumbscrew, you know, the rack, huh?... Oh. Well, uh, you'll be able to rest as soon as you get to Stamboul. The, uh, the Church of Santa Sophia is absolutely magnificent.::Hercule Poirot: You have seen it?::A.D.C.: No.
Hercule Poirot: Mr. Ratchett, I have made enough money to satisfy both my needs and my caprices. I take only such cases now as interest me, and to be frank, my interest in your case is, uh... dwindling.
Hercule Poirot: Only by interrogating the other passengers could I hope to see the light, but when I began to question them, the light, as Macbeth would have said, thickened.
Beddoes: Oh, yes, sir, the Italian person.::Hercule Poirot: Eh, does he speak English?::Beddoes: A kind of English, sir. I think he learnt it in a place called Chicago.
Bianchi: You mean you saw the man? You can identify the murderer?::Mrs. Hubbard: I mean nothing of the kind. I mean there was a man in my compartment last night. It was pitch dark, of course, and my eyes were closed in terror...::Bianchi: Then how did you know it was a man?::Mrs. Hubbard: Because I've enjoyed *very warm* relations with both my husbands.::Bianchi: With your eyes closed?::Mrs. Hubbard: That helped.
Mrs. Hubbard: [to Bianchi] Don't you agree the man must've entered my compartment to gain access to Mr. Ratchett?::Princess Dragomiroff: [dismissively] I can think of no other reason, madame!
Bianchi: Forgive me, ladies and gentlemen.::Greta Ohlsson: Only God's forgiveness is important.
Dr. Constantine: The murderer is with us now!
Countess Andrenyi: As is my custom on night trains, I took trional.::[Poirot makes a noise and looks at the doctor]::Dr. Constantine: Diethylsulphone dimethyl methane. One dilutes the white crystals with water. It is a strong hypnotic.::Countess Andrenyi: Ha, ha! He makes it sound like a poison!::Dr. Constantine: As with most sleeping drugs, if taken in sufficient quantities it IS a poison.::Count Andrenyi: [jumping up] You are not-!::Hercule Poirot: Ah, you are not *accused*... you are *ex*-cused! Thank you both for your help and cooperation.
Plot
A prison inmate comes up with a plan to break out in order to be near his wife and the $50,000 in stolen cash for which he was originally imprisoned.
Keywords: one-word-title
Bianchi may refer to:
Jules Bianchi (born August 3, 1989 in Nice, France) is a French racing driver.
Jules is the grandson of Mauro Bianchi, three-times World Champion in the GT category, and the grandnephew of Lucien, who won the 24 Hours of Le Mans and competed in nineteen Grands Prix in the Formula One World Championship between 1959 and 1968, with a podium finish in Monaco.
In 2007 Bianchi left karting and raced in French Formula Renault 2.0 for SG Formula, where he finished as champion.
He was signed to drive for Formula Three Euroseries team ART Grand Prix in late 2007. Bianchi is currently managed by ART boss Nicolas Todt, manager of Formula One driver Felipe Massa.
In 2008 Bianchi won the Masters of Formula 3 at Zolder, and also finished third in the 2008 Formula Three Euroseries season.
Bianchi continued in the F3 Euroseries in 2009, leading ART's line-up along with rookie team-mates Valtteri Bottas, Esteban Gutiérrez and Adrien Tambay. With eight wins, Bianchi sealed the title with a round to spare, at Dijon-Prenois. He then added a ninth win at the final round at Hockenheim. He also drove in the Formula Renault 3.5 Series at Monaco, after SG Formula acquired the cars formerly run by Kurt Mollekens.
I know I must unfurl a finger. One by one. Knuckles
white. But this is one fight I just can’t win. When it’s
one sided it’s no fun and it’s not fair. So why can’t I
just let go? I need to take a step back. I’m giving more
Afraid of anyone looking to closely, too many chances to
fail. A landscape full of tiny holes, undetectable from a
distance. Upon closer inspection they might be big enough
for a finger or even a hand to poke through, rip down.
Time heals all wounds. And with time comes wisdom too. A
transition is an end or a new beginning. Two lines run
parallel, again at a crossroads. With strength not
betrayed by major muscle groups, and courage not improved
Pages gone missing, other just blank. Crumpled up
receipts. Feelings thrown away. Nothing left to say, and
it’s a fucking joke. Was everything just cliché? On the
surface it seems to be,
Want to get back to where I started. When did my glass
become half empty? Loss of control, Out of proportion.
Now I just want to get it back. Looking where it can’t be
found, with eyes turned out. Now I just want to get back.
Want to get back to where I started, because I don’t know
What I lack in speed, I make up with efficiency. Although
the former seems to be what matters to you. And though I
take up much less space, I’m the one who’s in your way?
Guess my digital response to your one note protest is as
primitive as my mode of transportation. Just press your
magic pedal, and fume into the sunset. I don’t want to
Like apples to oranges, both fruitful. Two eyes, two
ears, two ovaries too. That’s where we draw the line, and
it’s the differences that give us an excuse. No words to
resist. Can’t write without a thumb. How can she say she
doesn’t want this done? And every thirteen months, until
she’s no good, given what will only be taken away to the
same fate, or a veal crate. All for the precious by
product. If you wouldn’t want your mother, sister,
friend, as a milk and baby factory, don’t let it happen
in your name to a creature with two eyes, two ears, two
Desire to finish what is started, so it just never gets
off the ground. Is this stubborn circle a good way not to
fail, or just a means of trickery? Pressure coming from
outside and within. Is it real or imagined? Just don’t
Squint a little so the edges blur. What are you afraid
of? Gone the band shirts, pins, and patches. Just a sea
of skin and hair. Sure they will judge you; it’s an
extension of how you judge yourself. Your doubts and
insecurities only give it weight. How about this once,
just close your eyes, open your mouth, and let it all
Always thought that one is one, but I guess that’s not
the case, because now I know two does not equal four
wheels. Better step aside- where you’re going is not as
Thankful for the power of erasers and backspace. Words
written at a weak time, they are now meaningless. Those
spoken can’t be taken back. Hope to plug the holes in the
colander that lets everything wash away.Desperate to hold
Deodorant and Alzheimer’s? Deodorant and breast cancer?
Forget it. You’re over reacting. Research shows nine out
of ten consumers prefer the smell of chemicals to people,
Struggling to remember how I felt at the time. An
evolution of understanding that hasn’t progressed very
far. Sickening feeling that I should have seen it coming.
That I did, but didn’t want to see it coming. Does that
mean I could have done more? I think your mind was made
up. Another bystander. The movie you were playing, the
songs in your head. This was no reunion. No stars were
aligned that day. In a dream I saw you. You said you were
all alone. Sharp these words; they stayed with me. In the