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Helena Hughes, a lady blind from birth, meets Thomas Mann, a photojournalist from the news. When Thomas asks Helena to marry him, she refuses because she feels that she cannot be everything he would need in a wife due to her disability. As a result, she undergoes a corneal eye transplant in order to gain the ability of sight. The procedure is a success and she is able to see Thomas for the first time. He then asks her, 'Now that you can see me totally and wholly...will you be my wife?' Will she now accept or reject him? A very gripping and spiritual message.
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It's inspiring true story about two thirteen year old girls who were, on the eve of World War II, great dancing and acting stars in Zagreb. Selling out theater venues, they weer praised in the most superb headlines by the Croatian and European press. They were filmed by Parisian 'Pathe' and Berlin's UFA... During the Nazi persecution of Jews and later German nationals' flight from communists, a dramatic friendship was born through entertainment, dance, but also anxiety. This led towards an unexpected end.
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This film experiments with a fragmentary form of do-it-yourself cinema, mixing elements of narrative, experimental and pseudo-documentary to tell the story of a tormented individual whose short life and long death were affected by a great many factors. A heavily stylized and fictionalized version of real-life author Klaus Mann (John Gross) lives in the shadow of his father, the successful intellectual, novelist and Nobel Laureate Thomas Mann (Ernst Hohmann). When Klaus pens a controversial essay on the concept of "revolutionary suicide" in protest of the world's selfishness and then acts out on it, a group of his contemporaries speak out in (staged) interviews about what led him down that road. It is a film about the creative process, the heartbreaking depiction of a rigid and strained father-son relationship and, most of all, it is a film about individuality.
Keywords: author, nobel-prize, novelist, revolutionary, suicide
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After witnessing the treatment of Jews in Nazi territory made him physically sick, cultured American gentleman Varian Fry starts en emergency rescue commission to raise funds and lobby to help intellectuals and artists, especially Jews, escape from Vichy France -where the Pétain government avoid occupation only by utter collaboration- to the US, and for lack of a better volunteer personally sets out in search of them. First lady Eleanor Roosevelt personally overcomes the reticence of the State Department. In Marseille he finds the people he specifically looked for, such as Marc Chagall, already housed by Harry Bingham, a Jewish US consulate official so he starts screening less obvious candidates and examines with Miriam Davenport and a German social democrat they pass for US clergyman Beamish how some can be rescued legally, others via a clandestine route, while colonel Joubert's State Police is at their trace...
Keywords: apostrophe-in-title, artist, character-name-in-title, nazi, refugee, two-word-title, world-war-two
He changed the world forever. One person at a time. The true story of the American Schindler.
Thomas Mann (6 June 1875 – 12 August 1955) was a German novelist, short story writer, social critic, philanthropist, essayist, and 1929 Nobel Prize laureate, known for his series of highly symbolic and ironic epic novels and novellas, noted for their insight into the psychology of the artist and the intellectual. His analysis and critique of the European and German soul used modernized German and Biblical stories, as well as the ideas of Goethe, Nietzsche, and Schopenhauer. His older brother was the radical writer Heinrich Mann, and three of his six children, Erika Mann, Klaus Mann and Golo Mann, also became important German writers. When Hitler came to power in 1933, Mann fled to Switzerland. When World War II broke out in 1939, he emigrated to the United States, from where he returned to Switzerland in 1952. Thomas Mann is one of the best-known exponents of the so-called Exilliteratur.
Mann was born Paul Thomas Mann in Lübeck, Germany, and was the second son of Thomas Johann Heinrich Mann (a senator and a grain merchant), and his wife Júlia da Silva Bruhns (a Brazilian of partial German ancestry who emigrated to Germany when seven years old). His mother was Roman Catholic, but Mann was baptised into his father's Lutheran faith. Mann's father died in 1891, and his trading firm was liquidated. The family subsequently moved to Munich. Mann attended the science division of a Lübeck Gymnasium (school), then spent time at the Ludwig Maximillians University of Munich and Technical University of Munich where, in preparation for a journalism career, he studied history, economics, art history and literature.
George Duke (keyboards)
Dave Parlato (bass)
Patrick O'Hearn (bass)
James "Bird Legs" Youman (bass, guitar)
Terry Bozzio (drums)
Chester Thompson (drums)
Chad Wackerman (drums)
Ruth Underwood (percussion)
Thana Harris (vocals)
Bruce Fowler (brass)
Time is money...
But Space is a long, long time!
Perhaps you are surprised
To see I speak your language?
But I have been monitoring
Your Earthly broadcasts for
Many years...
Many years...
And the reception on my little planet
Is extremely fine!
Time is money...
But Space is a long, long time!
On my lonely throne
In the cosmic night I ponder the vast expanses
Between your puny world and mine!
From my Couch-In-The-Sky,
As my planet goes by,
I behold all your misery below there!
I have seen all your lying,
And crying, and dying,
And, believe me,
YOUR planet is NOWHERE!
SPACE is a VERY LONG TIME!
(And if the equation,
As set forth above,
Is PROVED when we get to
The BOTTOM LINE...
The 'Powers Financial'
I'll hold o'er your world
Will complete my fantastic design!)
And the whole 'EQUIVALENT EARTH' SHALL BE MINE!
And the whole 'EQUIVALENT EARTH' SHALL BE MINE!
And the whole 'EQUIVALENT EARTH' SHALL BE MINE!
Order in the court!
The courtroom asks Carlos Coy to step up to the witness stand.
Do you swear to tell the truth, nothing but the truth, so help you God?
Yeah
I'll begin when I started gettin' violent, sir
Screwin' in my muthafuckin' silencer
I grabbed my 'stol, and then I felt the coldness
People stood around as I told this
Ferocious confession of relentless aggression
I was taught, to shoot first and then ask questions
I sold rocks, I was raised with no pops
My four glocks, twistin' hoes like door knobs
Bitch offered me the pussy, so I took it
They call me a crook, cuz that's short for crooked
Stayin' high as Hell, and drunk as fuck
You ain't down with the Mex, you can sick my duck
I mean duck my sick, I mean suck my dick
Don't laugh bitch, you know what the fuck I meant
And if I ever come back to the free World
I'ma take my Baby Girl out to Sea World
Time is money
Time obviously isn't on your side
Time is money
Can you tell the jury exactly what happened on the night of December second?
My word is gold, now check, how the murder's told
Bring me back fourteen and my birth is sold
Learn the code, then meet me at the service road
Now you all understand what this person know
Servin' coke, seemed like my purpose so
I was the perfect mold of gangsta you've been searchin' for
But on a further note this cat tryin' to burn my dope
But since the day that Mama gave birth to Los
I heard them hoes, forever be first to smoke
Tryin' to jack a jacker, what's the purpose Loc?
Mercy no, cuz he smiles and ain't heard the joke
Now he's in his blood, tryin' to write a cursive note
I snatch his (??) up, he looked like he turned to chrome
That boy got a date with Dirt, in the Earth below
With the worms, that hoe left on an early note
I seen him run the red light, and I heard she broke
Do you have any last words before I give you your sentence?
I spent a lot of time away from family and friends
The first song I wrote, was a song named "Revenge"
Ever since then, my weapon was a pen
But I still kept a strap for those devilish men
Sucka better duck-a from the buck, buck, bucka!
Do a fly-by and shoot your aunt and your uncle
Does anybody understand the life of the trill?
Pigs and snitches get along cuz they squeal
3,2,1
South Park Mexican, what the fuck?
I gotta get this off of my chest
I'm startin' to feel a little unrest
Oh every time I check my shoulder
I see you there with a clueless look on your face
I've got to question your intentions
Your playing this one by the book
Whichever version you're preaching from
I've sung it once before
I know, I know you well enough
And if I looked hard, if I looked hard enough
I know, I know you well enough
And if I looked hard, if I looked hard enough
If you were so honest,
Why do you break every promise?
With everything that you say,
I take a pinch of whatever's around me
You don't like the size of us now
We've grown a lot since Hold Me Down
I can't help but think
You're the only thing in front of me
I know, I know you well enough
And if I looked hard, if I looked hard enough
I know, I know you well enough
And if I looked hard, if I looked hard enough
You put a price on everything
You even tried to put one on me
I give my all for your benefit
I'm sick of this shit
It's not your fault you always claim
You always cease to take the blame
I love you all for everything that you do
But I'm sick and tired of the f*cking abuse
I'm sick of this shit
Just look at her standing there
I swear that she's got to be
The prettiest thing
That I ever did see
With my own two eyes
She's got everything it takes
To make me week in the knees
And right now I'm on the ground
Cause I swear shes doing a number on me
You and me it's love
So let's get straight to the point
Time is money
So lets get right down to business honey
Just on more kiss would make me melt to the floor
Time is money so just show me how you're feeling honey
Oh give me what I want
I'll give you everything that you
Need from me
So let me turn down the lights
Oh let me see you move your body
To the beat of my heart
I've got about a hundred dollars thatýs says
You can't move that fast
This is my one request
As long as you know
That baby anything goes
Don't you speak a word to me tonight
I said don't you speak a word to me tonight
Oh just hold hold me baby like you never want to let me go
Time is money
So let's get right down to business honey
Just on more kiss would make me melt to the floor
Time is money so just show me how you're feeling honey
Oh give me what I want
I'll give you everything that you
Need from me
So if you feeling how I'm feeling
If you wonder like I do
I've got the answers to your questions
And I never ever had to say a word
Time is money
So let's get right down to business honey
Just on more kiss would make me melt to the floor
Time is money so just show me how you're feeling honey
Oh give me what I want
I'll give you everything that you
Need from me
Time is money
So let's get right down to business honey
Just on more kiss would make me melt to the floor
Time is money so just show me how you're feeling honey
Oh give me what I want
I'll give you everything that you
Order in the court!
[Judge]
The courtroom asks Carlos Coy to step up to the witness stand.
Do you swear to tell the truth, nothing but the truth, so help you God?
[SPM]
Yeah
[First Verse:]
I'll begin when I started gettin' violent, sir
Screwin' in my muthafuckin' silencer
I grabbed my 'stol, and then I felt the coldness
People stood around as I told this
Ferocious confession of relentless aggression
I was taught, to shoot first and then ask questions
I sold rocks, I was raised with no pops
My four glocks, twistin' hoes like door knobs
Bitch offered me the pussy, so I took it
They call me a crook, cuz that's short for crooked
Stayin' high as Hell, and drunk as fuck
You ain't down with the Mex, you can sick my duck
I mean duck my sick, I mean suck my dick
Don't laugh bitch, you know what the fuck I meant
And if I ever come back to the free World
I'ma take my Baby Girl out to Sea World
[Chorus:]
Time is money
Time obviously isn't on your side
Time is money
[Bridge One:]
[Lawyer]
Can you tell the jury exactly what happened on the night of December second?
[Second Verse:]
My word is gold, now check, how the murder's told
Bring me back fourteen and my birth is sold
Learn the code, then meet me at the service road
Now you all understand what this person know
Servin' coke, seemed like my purpose so
I was the perfect mold of gangsta you've been searchin' for
But on a further note this cat tryin' to burn my dope
But since the day that Mama gave birth to Los
I heard them hoes, forever be first to smoke
Tryin' to jack a jacker, what's the purpose Loc?
Mercy no, cuz he smiles and ain't heard the joke
Now he's in his blood, tryin' to write a cursive note
I snatch his (??) up, he looked like he turned to chrome
That boy got a date with Dirt, in the Earth below
With the worms, that hoe left on an early note
I seen him run the red light, and I heard she broke
[Chorus]
[Judge]
Do you have any last words before I give you your sentence?
[Third Verse:]
I spent a lot of time away from family and friends
The first song I wrote, was a song named "Revenge"
Ever since then, my weapon was a pen
But I still kept a strap for those devilish men
Sucka better duck-a from the buck, buck, bucka!
Do a fly-by and shoot your aunt and your uncle
Does anybody understand the life of the trill?
Pigs and snitches get along cuz they squeal
[Chorus (2x)]
3,2,1
[sounds of door closing in prison]
[Inmate]
South Park Mexican, what the fuck?
Never ask her age
Young at heart, she's living life from day to day
Blushing like a bride
Joining hands you watch her face in minutes
Slowly disappear
Moments take a year
I know time is a woman
I know she wears her body well
I see time is a lover
I feel her slip away
She never stays
Count them one by one
Seconds rolling round your heart, they tick away
Growin' old in style
She's the child who makes the world keep waiting
For a better place
Runnin' out of space
She never stays
No she never
No she never
Watch her slip away
She's a mystery, she's a mystery
Heaven sent you a gift, don't you abuse it
She can take it away
Don't you lose it
If you start to believe every answer
I've been keeping busy since we've said goodbye
But all I do is think about you
The days are quick, the nights are long
I feel them tick, I watch them crawl
I'm petrified of running out of things to do
'Though I've never really been in love
I know now what it means
To miss someone
I have not been winning since we've said goodbye
Nothing fits and everything feels wrong
I guess it's useless to deny it
I'll admit that I've been crying
Guess I'm not so independent after all
'Though I've never really been in love
I know now what it means
To miss someone
Sometimes I dream we find each other in the night
And pass each other by
But part of me is running through every vein
Inside of you
I know where you're going I know where you've been
I know everything about you
The walls inside my head will shake
The very second that you break
I'd sell my soul to keep yours at my heel
'Though I've never really been in love
I know now how it feels
Lift me up
Lift me up
Put me above jail
But put me below skies, below crimson skies
Undress me from these rags
Shake me and watch me glow
Foundations cracking under the wisdom of our steps
Lift me up and shake me low
Shake and glow and life will be saved
Time is mine, ignore the blind
It won't be long till the writing is gone
And time will fly
A burden on life lifted high and precisely through wisdom and war
Wisdom and war
Braided veins
Can turn to gold
Smoke and stone
Will claim the skies and open all whose eyes are blind
The tempter is behind thee, and cowers through the throes
The sands that drank from blood, to rivers that flow beyond
Time is mine, ignore the blind
It won't be long till the writing is gone
And time will fly
The tied hands of man and you will understand through the pains of rebirth
Time is mine, the choking of seas
I won't be wrong when the scriptures are gone
And time will fly
A burden on life lifted high and precisely through wisdom and war
Deplete the eyes
Walk through the skies
In the memories of old
We'll blow it all away
Time is mine, ignore the blind
It won't be long till the writing is gone
And time will fly
The tied hands of man and you will understand through the pains of rebirth
Time is mine, the choking of seas
I won't be wrong when the scriptures are gone
And time will fly