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SHAKEDOWN is a documentary about a Black lesbian strip club in Los Angeles' Crenshaw District. Operating for almost a decade, serving as a safe community space, alternative economy and a site for female-oriented creative and sexual experimentation. SHAKEDOWN captures a significant Black lesbian cultural moment by narrating eight years of events that unfold out of a scene created in the early 1970's. We move from the past to the present to better understand these women, their work, and the critical role work plays in the formation of identity. SHAKEDOWN is also a lens through which to reflect upon how communities are planned and built and evolve through generations.
Keywords: african-american, dancer, family-relationships, gay-interest, identity, lesbian, marginal-culture, money, strip-club, underground-gay-club
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In Santa Monica, a woman becomes alarmingly concerned over her fiancé's unnaturally close relationship with his teenage daughter. In Westwood, a sexual act turns into a psychological obsession for a young woman. In West Hollywood, a gay couple buys a young daughter and attempts to mold her to fit their lifestyle. In Holmby Hills, maladjusted kids and their equally maladjusted nanny play murderous games. In Sherman Oaks, a rape victim faces her violator. In these five stories, one thing is clear, everything is taken to extremes in California.
Keywords: 5-stories, adopted-daughter, african, air-hockey, anal-sex, bad-smell, bar, bare-chested-male, blood, boyfriend-girlfriend-relationship
Five Tales That Will F#%! You Up For Life
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THE CUCKOLD is a controversial dramatic feature that pushes a camera lens through the peephole of American taboo, focusing on the flashpoint where racial and sexual tensions collide. While set against the backdrop of a little-known fetish in the swinging lifestyle called 'cuckolding', THE CUCKOLD tells the broader story of two suburban couples and two urban men whose lives collide in a tale woven together by the threads of deceit, lust, and primal vengeance. It also explores the consequences and risks in looking beyond the skin in search of love.
Keywords: erotica, interracial, taboo, urban-setting
You can't hide from desire...
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The photographer Leon lives with his girlfriend and waitress Maya waiting for a chance to get in the photo business. When Maya contacts their friend Jurgis, he schedules a meeting for Leon with the successful owner of arts gallery Susan Hoff; she analyzes Leon's work and asks him to improve the quality of his photos. During the night, the upset Leon decides to wander on the streets taking pictures with his camera, and he follows three punks down to the subway station; when the gang attacks a young woman, Leon defends her and the guys move on. On the next morning, Leon discovers that the woman is missing. He goes to the police station, but Detective Lynn Hadley does not give much attention to him and discredits his statement. Leon becomes obsessed to find what happened with the stranger and he watches the subway station. When he sees the elegant butcher Mahogany in the train, Leon believes he might be a murderer and stalks him everywhere, in the beginning of his journey to the darkness.
Keywords: art-gallery, art-show, bare-breasts, based-on-short-story, beaten-to-death, beating, blood, blood-on-camera-lens, blood-spatter, blood-splatter
The most terrifying ride you'll ever take
Driver: [pointing a gun at Sac] Step away from the meat.
Driver: I envy you.
Leon Kauffman: I just didn't imagine that you would be the kind of person to say "whoa".::Susan Hoff: I'm not. I don't. I haven't said it since high school.
Leon Kauffman: She didn't like my work.::Jurgis: She gave you three minutes. People whose work she doesn't like, she usually gives one.
[passing by Mahogany, who is sitting in the train with his bag on his knees]::Guardian Angel: Life is like a box of chocolates!
Mahogany: Welcome.
Leon Kauffman: I've got a train to catch.
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In the unsanctioned, underground, and unhinged world of extreme Ping-Pong, the competition is brutal and the stakes are deadly. Down-and-out former professional Ping-Pong phenom Randy Daytona is sucked into this maelstrom when FBI Agent Rodriguez recruits him for a secret mission. Randy is determined to bounce back and recapture his former glory, and to smoke out his father's killer - one of the FBI's Most Wanted, arch-fiend Feng. But, after two decades out of the game, Randy can't turn his life around and avenge his father's murder without a team of his own. He calls upon the spiritual guidance of blind Ping-Pong sage and restaurateur Wong, and the training expertise of Master Wong's wildly sexy niece Maggie, both of whom also have a dark history with Feng. All roads lead to Feng's mysterious jungle compound and the most unique Ping-Pong tournaments ever staged. There, Randy faces such formidable players as his long-ago Olympics opponent, the still-vicious Karl Wolfschtagg. Can Randy keep his eye on the ball? Will he achieve the redemption he craves while wielding a paddle? Is his backhand strong enough to triumph over rampant wickedness?
Keywords: 1980s, actor-shares-first-name-with-character, armor, asthma-inhaler, back-alley, ball, bee, bee-sting, betting, bird
A huge comedy with tiny balls
Master Wong: It is better to die like a tiger, than to live like a pussy.
Maggie Wong: I'm trying to sacrifice my life for our love. Stop being such a dick!
Feng: [inviting Randy on a private tour] I won't bite... not anywhere that'll show.
Feng: Represent.
Feng: What part of "sudden death" didn't you understand?
Feng: Less talkie-talkie, more ping-pong.
Master Wong: Ping Pong... is not the macarena. It takes patience. She is like a fine, well-aged prostitute... it takes years to learn her tricks. [chuckles] She is cruel, laughs at you when you are naked, but you keep coming back for more, and more! Why? Because she is the only prostitute I can afford.
Karl Wolfschtagg: You are so close to defeat that it already reeks of your cheap cologne.::Master Wong: [smirks] The joke's on you, pretty boy. It's not cologne, it's lady speed stick.
Randy Daytona: [sees a man standing up] Hey, a volunteer! How you doing buddy? [takes his ping pong ball and paddle and starts bouncing the ball of the guy's face]::Cheese'N'Mac Guy: [as Randy is bouncing the ball of his face] I was just going for more Cheese 'n Mac.::Cheese'N'Mac Guy: [Randy keeps bouncing the ball of his face and then his stomach. The guy trys to protect himself with his plate but can't] Stop!::Randy Daytona: [finally catches the ball] Hoooooooeeeeeee! A-thank you!::Cheese'N'Mac Guy: [collapses from a heart attack]
Randy Daytona: [as The Hammer keeps making weird hand gestures] I don't know what the hell he's talking about.::Agent Ernie Rodriquez: I'm still trying to figure out if it's a dude or a chick.
Revenge is a dish best served hot.
Let ME be the man you talk to AND the man you kiss.
Mahogany is a 1975 feature film, produced by Motown Productions and released to theaters by Paramount Pictures on October 8, 1975. Directed by Motown founder Berry Gordy (taking over after British director Tony Richardson was dismissed from the film), Mahogany stars Diana Ross as Tracy Chambers, a poor African-American woman who rises to become a popular fashion designer in Rome. Fresh from the success of Lady Sings the Blues, this film served as Ross' follow-up feature film.
Ross plays Tracy Chambers, a sassy industrious young woman living in the projects of Chicago who dreams of becoming a fashion designer. She has worked her way up from salesgirl to secretary and assistant to the head buyer at a luxury department store (modeled after, and filmed at, Marshall Field's on State Street, Chicago). Her boyfriend Brian Walker, played by Billy Dee Williams, is running unsuccessfully for office in the district. When Brian insists Tracy give up her dreams for his, Tracy flees in the middle of the night for Rome, where she becomes a muse to a former client.
Do you know where you're going to
Do you like the things
that life is showing you
Where are you going to
Do you know
Do you get
What you're hoping for
When you look behind you
There's no open door
What are you hoping for
Do you know
Once we were standing still in time
Chasing the fantasies
That filled our minds
You knew I loved you
But my spirit was free
Laughin' at the questions
That you once asked of me
Do you know where you're going to
Do you like the things
that life is showing you
Where are you going to
Do you know
Do you get
What you're hoping for
When you look behind you
There's no open door
What are you hoping for
Do you know
Now looking back
at all we've planned
We let so many dreams
Just slip through our hands
Why must we wait so long
Before we'll see
How sad the answers
I could help myself to something
Like a little bit of revelation
You could be the one to help me help myself
Maybe if I could see exactly what was in your way I'd move it for you
Don't always need to do it by yourself
UI'm not trying to find a way to get into your bed
I'll just sing for you
Until you fall asleep, then I will go
I never understood how you should feel
You've been left out
I'd never do that
Do you know where you're going to
Do you like the things that life is showing you
Where are you going to
Do you know?
Do you get what you're hoping for
When you look behind you there's no open doors
What are you hoping for
Do you know?
Once we were standing still in time
Chasing the fantasies and fear in our minds
Do you know how I loved you but my spirit was free
Laughing at the questions that you once asked of me
Do you know where you're going to
Do you like the things that life is showing you
Where are you going to
Do you know?
Now looking back at all we've had
We let so many dreams just slip through our hands
Why must we wait so long before we see
Verse One:
Me and Eric B was coolin' at the Paladium
Seen a all-world covered girl, I said ";Hey lady I'm
Sorry if You're in a rush - Don't let me hold ya up
Or interveen or interrupt, but. . .
You got the look - I wanna get to know ya better
I had to let her know - but yo, I didn't sweat her
'Cause if you woulda seen what I was seein'
Almost looked Korean, but European.
When she spoke, her accent was self-explanatory -
Even her body language told the story
Her name was Mahogony - twin's name was Ebony
I said ";My name is Ra - and this is Eric B";
Since the music was loud, I said ";let's take a walk,
So we could talk and see New York.
Show time doesn't start until one o'clock
And once I entered your mind I wouldn't wanna stop
Caressin' ya thoughts till we was thinkin' the same
Calm ya nerves, massage ya brain
Each mic is a mineral, poetry's protein
Verse is a vitamin - Affects like Codine
So tell me how you feel and I'll reveal
A pill that'll heal ya pain - 'cause I'm real
She musta OD'd 'cause she couldn't resist
She spoke slowly when she told me this, she said
Chorus:
Over Me, She's goin' crazy
She'll rub me on my chest and call me Mr. Sexy
She said she'd have my kids and help me make my next G
Tell me I ain't finesse Mahogony . . .
Verse Two:
So I prescribed her, something to revive
And surprise her, she's liver and much more wiser
Than the light I shine when my brain cells spark,
Come to me so we can glow in the dark
And soon, you can represent the moon
As long as I keep ya in tune
I'll tell ya who ya are and why ya here
Take it in stride 'cause it might take a year
It's funny - how time flies when ya havin' fun
We got close and it was almost one
She kissed me slow, but you know how far a kiss can go
F*ck around and miss the show
So I told her to hold that thought real tight
We can finish where we left off later on tonite
Back to the scene of the crime on time
As they introduced the 'Fiend of the Rhyme'
She stood with a birds-eye view of me
Thinkin' of later on of what she would do to me
The back of the room I could see her eyes gloom
Patient, but hopin' that the show was over soon
As the place was ripped in half, she made her way to the front row
So I said ";let's go";
I packed my mic as they screamed for an encore
The speakers were blown, plus my mic was sore
Besides I got places to go, ladies to see
And she could tell me how crazy she was over me
We drove off - she said she liked the way that I performed
And couldn't wait to get 'soft and warm', I said,
";I've been watchin' you, watchin' me
Looks I received made it hard to MC
I can take a hint, so I knew that she
Wanted my ";Agony Agony Ag-on-y"; in her bod-y
Showed her some sights, then I took her to the Condo
She was pipin' hot, but I kept my calm So
She asked how come I don't smile
I said, ";Everything's fine, but I'm in a New York state of mind!";
As we reached the kingdom, she said bring some
Champagne, she'll entertain then sing some
Sentimental, songs real gentle,
It hit the spot and you know where it went to
As we embraced I felt her heart pumpin'
I knew she was in the mood for somethin'
So I laid on my back and relaxed
It wasn't the Perignon that made her collaspe
Over me
Chorus
Me and Eric B was coolin' at the Paladium
Seen a all-world covered girl, I said 'Hey lady I'm
Sorry if You're in a rush - Don't let me hold ya up
Or interveen or interrupt, but
You got the look - I wanna get to know ya better
I had to let her know - but yo, I didn't sweat her
'Cause if you woulda seen what I was seein'
Almost looked Korean, but European
When she spoke, her accent was self-explanatory -
Even her body language told the story
Her name was Mahogony - twin's name was Ebony
I said 'My name is Ra - and this is Eric B'
Since the music was loud, I said 'let's take a walk
So we could talk and see New York
Show time doesn't start until one o'clock
And once I entered your mind I wouldn't wanna stop
Caressin' ya thoughts till we was thinkin' the same
Calm ya nerves, massage ya brain
Each mic is a mineral, poetry's protein
Verse is a vitamin - Affects like Codine
So tell me how you feel and I'll reveal
A pill that'll heal ya pain - 'cause I'm real
She musta OD'd 'cause she couldn't resist
She spoke slowly when she told me this, she said
Over Me, She's goin' crazy
She'll rub me on my chest and call me Mr. Sexy
She said she'd have my kids and help me make my next G
Tell me I ain't finesse Mahogony
So I prescribed her, something to revive
And surprise her, she's liver and much more wiser
Than the light I shine when my brain cells spark
Come to me so we can glow in the dark
And soon, you can represent the moon
As long as I keep ya in tune
I'll tell ya who ya are and why ya here
Take it in stride 'cause it might take a year
It's funny - how time flies when ya havin' fun
We got close and it was almost one
She kissed me slow, but you know how far a kiss can go
F*ck around and miss the show
So I told her to hold that thought real tight
We can finish where we left off later on tonite
Back to the scene of the crime on time
As they introduced the 'Fiend of the Rhyme'
She stood with a birds-eye view of me
Thinkin' of later on of what she would do to me
The back of the room I could see her eyes gloom
Patient, but hopin' that the show was over soon
As the place was ripped in half, she made her way to the front row
So I said 'let's go'
I packed my mic as they screamed for an encore
The speakers were blown, plus my mic was sore
Besides I got places to go, ladies to see
And she could tell me how crazy she was over me
We drove off - she said she liked the way that I performed
And couldn't wait to get 'soft and warm', I said
'I've been watchin' you, watchin' me
Looks I received made it hard to MC
I can take a hint, so I knew that she
Wanted my 'Agony Agony Ag-on-y' in her bod-y
Showed her some sights, then I took her to the Condo
She was pipin' hot, but I kept my calm So
She asked how come I don't smile
I said, 'Everything's fine, but I'm in a New York state of mind!'
As we reached the kingdom, she said bring some
Champagne, she'll entertain then sing some
Sentimental, songs real gentle
It hit the spot and you know where it went to
As we embraced I felt her heart pumpin'
I knew she was in the mood for somethin'
So I laid on my back and relaxed
It wasn't the Perignon that made her collaspe
Over me
Over Me, She's goin' crazy
She'll rub me on my chest and call me Mr. Sexy
She said she'd have my kids and help me make my next G