It takes a body to go cold before the bedroom heats up.
Plot
Billionaires such as Paul Allen, Jeff Bezos and Richard Branson are engaged in a race to build a "space tourism" industry, but what are their true intentions, and why did the aliens select Paul Allen to be their front man? In an era where the disparity between rich and poor is ever-widening, why are private corporate interests allowed to secretly hire space aliens and get tax breaks to take over the world? Paul Alien answers these questions and more while exposing the audience to Seattle's sordid economic underbelly of hobo street performers, anarchist junkies and the anti-alien resistance. Paul Alien contains shocking surveillance footage of Mr. Allen interacting with strange looking two-foot-tall alien creatures, known as "Skoolabugs" from the planet Zorkon. And, in a rare interview, media-shy Paul Allen admits that he plans to turn Seattle's South Lake Union neighborhood into an intergalactic launch pad.
Plot
Patrick Bateman, a young, well to do man working on wall street at his father's company kills for no reason at all. As his life progresses his hatred for the world becomes more and more intense.
Keywords: .45-automatic, 1980s, abuse, aclu, alienation, anthropophagus, antisocial-personality-disorder, apartheid, automated-teller-machine, axe
No Introduction Necessary.
I think my mask of sanity is about to slip
Killer looks.
No introductions necessary.
Killer inside.
From the controversial best-seller by Bret Easton Ellis
Patrick Bateman: Mistletoe alert!
Patrick Bateman: I know my behavior can be... *erratic* sometimes.
Courtney Rawlinson: Will you call me before Easter?::Patrick Bateman: Maybe.
Patrick Bateman: I don't want to get you drunk, but, ah, that's a very fine Chardonnay you're not drinking.
Patrick Bateman: Howard, it's Bateman, Patrick Bateman. You're my lawyer so I think you should know: I've killed a lot of people. Some girls in the apartment uptown uh, some homeless people maybe 5 or 10 um an NYU girl I met in Central Park. I left her in a parking lot behind some donut shop. I killed Bethany, my old girlfriend, with a nail gun, and some man uh some old faggot with a dog last week. I killed another girl with a chainsaw, I had to, she almost got away and uh someone else there I can't remember maybe a model, but she's dead too. And Paul Allen. I killed Paul Allen with an axe in the face, his body is dissolving in a bathtub in Hell's Kitchen. I don't want to leave anything out here. I guess I've killed maybe 20 people, maybe 40. I have tapes of a lot of it, uh some of the girls have seen the tapes. I even, um... I ate some of their brains, and I tried to cook a little. Tonight I, uh, I just had to kill a LOT of people. And I'm not sure I'm gonna get away with it this time. I guess I'll uh, I mean, ah, I guess I'm a pretty uh, I mean I guess I'm a pretty sick guy. So, if you get back tomorrow, I may show up at Harry's Bar, so you know, keep your eyes open.
Patrick Bateman: You're a fucking ugly bitch. I want to stab you to death, and then play around with your blood.
Patrick Bateman: That's a very fine chardonnay you're drinking. I want you to clean your vagina.
Evelyn Williams: Thousands of roses and lots of chocolate truffles. Godiva, and oysters in the half-shell.::Patrick Bateman: [Bateman narrating] I'm trying to listen to the new Robert Palmer tape, but Evelyn, my supposed fiancée, keeps buzzing in my ear.::Evelyn Williams: Annie Leibovitz. We'll get Annie Leibovitz. And we'll have to get someone to videotape. Patrick, we should do it.::Patrick Bateman: Do what?::Evelyn Williams: Get married. Have a wedding.::Patrick Bateman: No, I can't take the time off work.::Evelyn Williams: Your father practically owns the company. You can do anything you like, silly.::Patrick Bateman: I don't want to talk about it.::Evelyn Williams: You hate that job anyway. I don't see why you just don't quit.::Patrick Bateman: Because I want to fit in.
Patrick Bateman: 'Oh Africa Brave Africa'. It was... a laugh riot.
Patrick Bateman: [excusing himself from Detective Kimball] Listen, you'll have to excuse me. I have a lunch meeting with Cliff Huxtable at the Four Seasons in 20 minutes.
Plot
This is a semi-humorous biographical film about the men who made the world of technology what it is today, their struggles during college, the founding of their companies, and the ingenious actions they took to build up the global corporate empires of Apple Computer Corporation and Microsoft Inc.
Keywords: 1970s, 1980s, acid-trip, amnesia, anterograde-amnesia, apple-computer, apple-inc, apple-macintosh-computer, arrogance, bad-trip
Good artists copy... Great artists steal.
Steve Jobs: Those guys think they're revolutionaries. They're not revolutionaries, we are.::Steve Wozniak: We are?
Businessman: Steve - it is Steve, right? You say this gadget of yours is for ordinary people. What on earth would ordinary people want with computers?
Ballmer: Bill, I don't know if it's the clothes on the floor or you, but something in here definitely needs to be hosed down.
Steve Jobs: What is this? This is like doing business with a praying mantis. You get seduced, and then eaten alive afterwards?::Bill Gates: Get real, would ya? You and I are both like guys who had this rich neighbor - Xerox - who left the door open all the time. And you go sneakin' in to steal a TV set. Only when you get there, you realize that I got there first. I got the loot, Steve! And you're yellin'? "That's not fair. I wanted to try to steal it first." You're too late.
Bill Gates: There may be a few... similarities.::Steve Jobs: Similarities? Similarities? Try theft.
IBM Executive: The profits are in the computers themselves, not this software stuff.
Mike Markkula: Steve Wozniak's employee number one, you're number two.::Steve Jobs: Wait a minute. I'm employee number one. Woz?::Steve Wozniak: Doesn't matter to me.::Steve Jobs: I'm employee number one around here.::Mike Markkula: I'm not saying anything. I wasn't implying anything.::Steve Jobs: All right, then I'll be zero. Woz, you can be number one. I'll be zero. Okay?
Steve Jobs: Good artists copy, great artists steal.
Steve Jobs: We're better than you are! We have better stuff.::Bill Gates: You don't get it, Steve. That doesn't matter!
Arlene: Steve, why do you care what I call the baby?::Steve Jobs: Because I don't want the baby named Rainbow! Or Orisha, or Ravi Shankar, or any other name like that.
Plot
Dr. Henry Jekyll is a dull, bookish scientist who spends more time with his lab animals testing theories of alternate personalities than with his beautiful, young wife. Kitty Jekyll has given up trying to find any passion in her distant, preoccupied husband and is involved in an affair with one of Jekyll's old 'friends,' Paul Allen, a weak slacker and wastrel who relies on Jekyll to pay his numerous gambling debts. After experimenting on himself, the bearded, tweedy Jekyll transforms himself into the young, dynamic, and self-confidant Edward Hyde. In his new character he befriends Allen, who has no idea that this clean-cut, handsome playboy prone to outbursts of violence is really Jekyll. As Hyde, he encourages Allen to introduce him to the dark underbelly of London's night life including opium dens and sex clubs, where he begins an affair with the sensual courtesan Maria, an exotic dancer and snake charmer. When he tries to seduce Allen's mistress, in reality his own wife, he is frustrated to find she prefers her decadent lover to him.
Keywords: 1880s, 19th-century, aging, alter-ego, arson, bare-knuckle-fighting, based-on-novel, bitten-by-a-snake, can-can, cancan-dance
Sometimes, Terror Has A Handsome Face.
LIKE NOTHING YOU HAVE EVER SEEN!
Robert Louis Stevenson's Study in Terrifying Evul!
THE NERVE-SHATTERING STORY OF A MAN WHO COMMITTED EVRY OUTRAGE IN THE BOOK... LIVING A LIFE OF HORROR BEYOND IMAGINATION!
Dr. Henry Jekyll: [to Litauer] This moral quibbling is useless. Man as he is comprises two beings: one of whom I call man as he could be. In his perfection this inner man is beyond good and evil.::Dr. Ernst Littauer: And the other man?::Dr. Henry Jekyll: He too is beyond good and evil - man as he would be... free of all the restictions society imposes on us... subject only to his own will.
Dr. Henry Jekyll: [to Litauer] Resigning my appointment freed me from idiots who are no more scientists than I am a priest!
Dr. Henry Jekyll: London and I are virgins to one another.
Dr. Henry Jekyll: [Referring to deaf and dumb schoolchildren who are fighting at recess] In each one of these dumb human animals there is a personality which shows itself only in play.::Dr. Ernst Littauer: Dumb human animals? Henry, these are not pretty guinea pigs; they are children who cannot speak.::Dr. Henry Jekyll: But I am convinced that, in this case, the not speaking is a refusal of one part of the mind to allow the other part to express itself freely.::Dr. Ernst Littauer: You suggest they play out what they cannot speak out?::Dr. Henry Jekyll: Precisely!::Dr. Ernst Littauer: You are the same Hnry Jekyll, forever seeking keys to the locked doors of the mind.
Dr. Henry Jekyll: [Thunderstruck by the sensual beauty of the scantily clad exotic dancer] A tigress!::Paul Allen: [Detached] Tigers needn't lick their lips over her unless they're very rich.::Dr. Henry Jekyll: Is she so exclusive?::Paul Allen: Only princes, pashes, millionaires, or distinguished actor/managers need apply. [Aware of Hyde's fascination with the dancer as she continues her routine which climaxes with her putting the snake's head in her mouth] Forget it, John boy. She's not in the prep school class. Believe me, I've tried.
Paul Allen: [as the scantily clad Maria walks by their table going to her dressing room] Ah, Maria! The unattainable Eve with her apples and snakes.::Maria: [Politely] It's a pleasure to see you again, Mr. Allen.::Paul Allen: You have a new admirer, my dear, Mr. Edward Hyde.::Dr. Henry Jekyll: [Obviously attracted to her] Enchanted! My sincere compliments.::Maria: You are most kind, Mr. Hyde.::Paul Allen: Such natural manners. She only uses Christian names in bed.::[Insulted, Maria throws a drink from the table in his face]
Maria: [In her dressing room] Your friend talked to me like a common whore.::Dr. Henry Jekyll: In all fairness he never implied you were common.::Maria: [She takes off her mask and Hyde is struck by her exotic beauty] Just how much money did you have in mind, Mr. Hyde?::Dr. Henry Jekyll: I would not insult so beautiful a woman by offering her anything so trivial.::Maria: [Dismissively] So, thank you for your politeness, but good night.::Dr. Henry Jekyll: Don't mention it. [She walks into her bedroom and he confidently follows]::Maria: I have to dress.::Dr. Henry Jekyll: Don't let me prevent you.::Maria: But I have an appointment.::Dr. Henry Jekyll: I'm afraid you'll be late.::Maria: What could possibly detain me?::Dr. Henry Jekyll: [Confidently] I intend to. [laughs]::Maria: [Feigning insult] You are impertinent Mr. Hyde!::Dr. Henry Jekyll: [Cooly] Yes, that is so.::Maria: [Intrigued] You have an amusing approach.::Dr. Henry Jekyll: Merely direct.::Maria: You are very confident, aren't you?::Dr. Henry Jekyll: [Lighting a cigarillo] Could a man without confidence approach you?::Maria: The men who beg get nothing.::Dr. Henry Jekyll: I do not beg.::Maria: If a man buys, he pays much but gets very little.::Dr. Henry Jekyll: I am not buying.::Maria: [She approaches him] You do not buy... you do not beg. [She takes his cigarillo, puts it in her mouth suggestively, and blows the smoke in his face] Is there anywhere a man who simply takes?::Dr. Henry Jekyll: [Taking the cigarillo out of her hand] I am that man.::Maria: I thought you were. [She puts her arms around his neck and they they kiss passionately as he takes her down to the bed and begins to undress her]
Dr. Henry Jekyll: I'm new to your wicked city.::Cabby: [after Jekyll is out of earshot] It's only wicked if you're poor, sir.
Clubman: Damn bad luck you have been having, I hear, Allen, old man.::Paul Allen: Damn bad luck.::Clubman: Oh, well. Luck's a bitch, old boy [laughs] .::Paul Allen: I shouldn't think so... Always have the best possible luck with bitches. Almost always, anyway.::Clubman: [laughs heartily] Well I'm swill. [drinks and walks way]
Paul Gardner Allen (born January 21, 1953) is an American investor and philanthropist best known as the co-founder of Microsoft Corporation, a leading developer of personal-computer software systems and applications. He is also the 48th richest person in the world along with Germán Larrea Mota-Velasco (and family) who ranks the same with an estimated wealth of $14.2 billion as of March 2012.. He is the founder and chairman of Vulcan Inc., which manages his business and philanthropic efforts. Allen also has a multi-billion dollar investment portfolio which includes technology companies, real estate holdings, and stakes in other technology, media, and content companies. Allen also owns two professional sports teams, the Seattle Seahawks of the National Football League (NFL), and the Portland Trail Blazers of the National Basketball Association (NBA). He is also part-owner of the Seattle Sounders FC, which joined Major League Soccer (MLS) in 2009. Allen's memoir Idea Man: A Memoir by the Cofounder of Microsoft was released on April 19, 2011.
How can the small flowers grow
If the wild winds blow
And the cold snow is all around
Where will the frail birds fly
If their home on high
Have been torn down to the ground
Lift the Wings
That carry me away from here and
Fill the Sail
That breaks the line to home
But when I'm miles and miles apart from you
I'm beside you when I think of you - a Stóirín a Grá
How can a tree stand tall
If a rain won't fall
To wash its branches down
How can the heart survive
Can it stay alive
If its love's denied for long
Lift the Wings
That carry me away from here and
Fill the Sail
That breaks the line to home
But when I'm miles and miles apart from you
I'm beside you when I think of you - a Stóirín
And I'm with you when I think of you - a Stóirín
High in the sky
Through the clouds and rain
Every familiar field
Seems like an old friend
When every hand that you shake
Is like a warm embrace
Could only be one sweet place
Home and the Heartland
Sing out your songs and
Ring out your stories and rhymes
Weave from your dreams the mystical
Dances that lead us to bind in heart and mind
As we circle the world
With our wandering airs
Gathering here and there
Leaving behind our share
Like the leaves in the wind
They are blown along
Melodies rising from
Home and the Heartland
Sing out your songs and
Ring out your stories and rhymes
Weave from your dreams the mystical
As we stand at the edge of the world
Our hearts will journey
For the Light at the edge of the world
Forever calls
And though our travels may be lost and wandering
From the dawn at the edge of the world
One voice calls to you
Fire may burn and the sky may thunder
Heroes crumble and the sun will fall
As the river circles on its endless journey
I will follow you.
Fire may burn and the sky may thunder
Heroes crumble and the sun will fall
As the river circles on its endless journey
I will follow you.
As we stand at the edge of the world
There's a voice from the dawn of the world
As the rivers encircle the world
In the deep night
From a dark space
I hear voices calling out in heartache
They are wounded
They are broken
But their spirit rises when awoken
Yes, they may be poor in birth -- but
Yes, how great each one is worth
Heal their Hearts
Feed their Souls
Their live can be golden if your love enfolds
In their dreamtimes
In their visions
How they always hunger after freedom
Every hard load
Every dark road
Leads them on to reach a new horizon
Yes, they may be poor in birth -- but
Yes, how great each one is worth
Heal their Hearts
Feed their Souls
Where the river foams and surges to the sea
Silver figures rise to find me
Wise and as daring
Following the heart's cry
I am that deep pool
I am that dark spring
Warm with a mystery
I may reveal to you
In time
(Time holds the heart's key)
Key to everything is Love
(Love makes the heart flower)
Flowers into a deep desire
(Passion in the heart's fire)
Passion and desire
See the eagle rise above the open plain
Golden in the morning air
Weaving and soaring
Watchful and protecting
I am your shelter
Hear my cry,
In my hungering search for you,
Taste my breath on the wind,
See the sky as it mirrors my colours,
Hints and whispers begin.
I am living to nourish you, cherish you,
I am pulsing the blood in your veins,
Feel the magic and power of surrender,
To life. Uisce Beatha
Every finger is touching and searching,
Until your secrets come out,
In the dance, as it endlessly circles,
I linger close to your mouth.
I am living to nourish you, cherish you,
I am pulsing the blood in your veins,
Feel the magic and power of surrender,
Guitar player country band
Too long watin' for the ship top come in
The ship to come in
Record man said he liked our sound
Pulled some dust from a bag and he bought us another round
He bought us another round
Chorus:
Religion's neither here nor there
When you're stuck in the middle of the thin air
It's too much hunger and not enough cash
It's always the cheap stuff that takes us down fast
Always the cheap stuff that takes us down fast
And nothing is turning you about?
Yeah, you're bottoming out
5 sets a night and you do what you must
You do what you must
Look at those ruins you hide among
Yeah your lips keep moving
You don't understand the tongue
You don't understand the tongue
Chorus
Make 'em believe it was love at first sight
Make 'em believe they had the time of their lives
And grace? Could there ever be enough
For the hollow places you can't fill up
You fill up or touch
I can tell you're not sure if you wanna go
And really that's most understandable
There's whole a lot involved in where you place your bet
And all these reports? They're a little suspect
Taking a stab at matters of the heart
Shooting in the proverbial dark
You gotta a prayer like the breath of a little baby
I wish i knew how you felt about me
Chorus:
Yeah, yeah, yeah...not much i can bring
Yeah, yeah, yeah...i got faith like a butterfly's wing
Yeah, yeah, yeah...there's a world beneath your skin
For God's sake try to be your own best friend
Yeah, yeah, yeah...
The autumn branches have been stripped bare
Your breath it freezes & hangs in the air
The wind it howls over bleak terrain
If you make it back kid, well, you're never the same
Searching for a secret on this path
Always a little elusive just outta grasp
But the stones on the way have been worn smooth
There's this simple space that lies between
The thing you said and the thing you really mean
And i'm was hoping Maybe god would
Show his face
But i don't know what he'd look like
Or would i recognize her
There's so much we'd have to talk about
Ah, but would i find the words?
Chorus:
It was summer for a spell till the whole thing went to hell
And really, why should anybody be surprised?
It's always autumn in my heart but i could not tell you why
That book was heavy from the start
It was more than a i could hold
And me? Well, my eyes caught your heart
And a glimpse into your soul
Oh, to find the brush to render
What our tongues can barely speak
Oh, to find some room to talk in
Where our eyes can truly meet
A 6 string drag through an old tweed amp
Healing spirits and breaking camp
And the high desert kiss, of my girl
And God's face is peaking 'round the door
In that high & lonesome tremolo
Yeah, most of my life
I was just turning the pages
I could never find myself
In the pictures of faces
But people wake from their dreams
And sometimes it is frightening
Sometimes it is with a whisper
Or bolt of lighting
I gotta get to your heart
I wanna feel it shine
And i'm gonna get there
(so, i'm learning to fly)
One kiss at at time
There's not much you can see
When your eyes are shut
Not much you can cling to
When your fists won't open up
Honey, your heart was a treasure
Buried under the sea
And so just for good measure
I asked you for the key
Baby, you bring the paper
And i'll bring the the pen
Let's write us a story up
One with a happy ending
Yeah, most of my life
I was just turning the pages
Now, i'm getting born again
It came as a whisper... yeah, it came in the night
Just as you were driving... past the neon lights
And it was last call... surely that's enough said
All that once was given... turned from green to red
CHORUS:
One thing they don't tell you... but, there is no mistakin'
Once your heart gets broken, kid... it just keeps on breaking
Another one down...3rd one this week
Reporters speculate... about toxicity
And it was said that he trafficked... with magic potions
Aren't we're filling our holes? Aren't we picking our poisons?
CHORUS:
One thing they don't tell you... cause we're good at fakin'
Once your heart gets broken, kid
It just keeps on breaking... it just keeps on breaking
All the simple truths... that take you by surprise
They come into sharp relief... in a certain slant of light
Time to drop you bags... time to pick up your key
Don't worry tipping the bellboy... you won't need your things
CHORUS:
One thing they don't tell you... till after you're shaken
Once your heart gets broken...
It just keeps on breaking...
Dunno what you heard before you got here
Dunno what you thought you'd see
One thing about faith you can be sure of
It all comes soaked in gasoline
It all comes soaked in gasoline
The foreman's car pulls into Hoover-ville
He's gotta 100 jobs for 1000 men
And 'cause our kids look like skeletons
It won't cost him much of any thing
And gun toting deputy wears a shiny badge
But that kinda justice don't mean a thing
One thing about faith, you can be sure of
It all comes...soaked in gasoline
Bridge:
They'll douse the camp at midnight
So you'd better be up and packed
One day something more than fire is gonna fall
When that fella strikes the match
They say the Savior had nowhere to lay his head
And pretty soon neither shall we.
One thing about faith you can be sure:
Well, it all comes soaked in gasoline
I dunno what you heard before to got here
Dunno what you thought you'd see
One thing about faith, you can be sure of
It all comes...soaked in gasoline
Take the edge off of the dark days
Blunt doubts cruel knife blade
Steal the sting out of the grave
At that last shovelful of earth
I swear i've never heard a louder curse
Than before they put those digging those away
Chorus:
Let me go down easy...when the box gets shut
Let me go down easy...into god knows what
Well, you know i read the book and i heard the angels
sing
Heard a few sermons on the road from "a" to "b."
You vanished into thin air swept out of this room
All the good ones leave the party way too soon
Now, i won't need the drink and i won't miss the pills
But, if i could take your locket picture with me? Now,
there's a cure for what ills
So i'm heading for the neon with this girl who caught my
And her smile means more at midnight though i could not
Between the clear as day and the wonderfully oblique
'Tween the dross in your veins and the treasure you still seek
The span of years that reaches here to the skies
Between what you've seen and what your lips can tell
Between the stuff if the holy and the hard sell
It occurs to you it was all gentle on your mind
Between the counterfeit & the mother of all pearls
Just beneath the skin of this tired old weary world
Smoke driftin' from a wood fire
Way back in the pines of carolina...
Closing down store...one year more
Of coming up short
Chorus:
Hung heads and heavy sighs
Winter comin' on
What lil' was left is
Long....since....gone
The fields? They're all barren
Factory up & moved it overseas
Boarded up town
Ghosts walkin' the streets
And they all say one thing
Back on "the hil"l
It ain't come back yet
Maybe it never will
Old ways...old paths
All of 'em drowned...in a sea of progress
History doubles back...to shake hands with you
When you've got nothing to trade on...you've nothing left
There's a sad song for every heart broken
There's a name for every fool in the book
There's a sermon for every occasion
There's a love song for every soul shook
Chorus:
On the fault line of walking disasters
Well, that's the place fallen angels still fly
And the river of love...well, it still rolls on
Long time after the well...has run dry
If you stand and you make your confession
In a suit of old clothes that you stole
Offering some vain protestations
Wearing some cheap cologne
When the poor you'd hoped who keep silent
Show up on your front door stage
And the tent cities bath in the halogen glow
Well, the rain & the wind...they are at it again
Quarreling lovers...better run for cover
Rivers will rise...and to no one's surprise
You're gonna get baptized...one way or another
Chorus:
Honey, you dress up to the 9's
And we'll have us a look around
And the moonlight'll take us
To the farthest edge of town
You gotta trust somebody...so it might as well be me
I surrendered my badge and guns...& the cards up my
sleeve
Got a lil' too far ahead of myself...and way behind on
dues
I ran outta stars...to hitch my wagon to
Now you can taste the cup of bitterness and drain the cup
of grief
You can find that place where wonders never cease
There's gold in every story...the power & the glory
For God's sake man, just look there as the city sleeps
She's all tangled up in her dirty dream sheets
And the storms? Well, they're all spent now
Here is your dusty pearl.
She's such a lonely girl
Here is another world...and a break in the clouds
I couldn't find my name on your guest list once again
But the door-man of life just opens up and lets me in
To your room where your tweed is sweet and loud
She is a shiny girl
Kind of a solid state girl
Here's is your other world...and a break in the clouds
Now what i found about the truth is she usually don't get
heard
And what i think about Love is she always gets the last
word on the streets of this God-forsaken town
That is a shiny pearl
She's such a pretty girl
Ah, yeah in this God-forsaken town
She's such a lonely girl
Kinda of a dusty pearl
There's a highway washed in brightness with skies of indigo
The desert whispers what she knows
Neruda on the dashboard & the engine's humming true
The rearview held a harvest moon
Faith is a throw of dice and the sleeping heart is stirred
After ragged sentences you'll get the last word
And it may just be the most golden that we've heard
It may just be the most golden that we've heard
Afternoons of red wine with a nod to revelry
The stars came out for you & me
All that remains unanswered and all there's to forget
The best, it hasn't happened yet
There are songs for the beginning and songs made for the end
And songs made for when you begin again
Grieving? She rolls in like waves and hardly ever stops