A.D. Vision (commonly referred to as ADV, originally Animation Dubbing Vision) was an American international multimedia entertainment company headquartered in Houston, Texas, prior to its collapse and distress sale to four other Houston-based companies in 2009. The company was active in home video production and distribution, broadcast television, theatrical film distribution, merchandising, original productions, magazine and comic book publishing. It was the largest anime distributor in North America and the United Kingdom before its demise.
It was founded in 1992 by John Ledford and Matt Greenfield. Since then, the company had grown immensely in size and diversified with several subsidiary companies, handling an array of properties and original content. Perhaps their most popular property was Gainax's post-apocalyptic anime series Neon Genesis Evangelion, originally released by ADV in the U.S. in 1997 and re-released several times since. The company maintained offices in North America, Europe and Asia. It served the United States, Japan, Canada, United Kingdom, Italy, and Germany. On September 1, 2009, ADV announced it was selling off its assets, including intellectual properties, to several companies.
Vin Diesel (born Mark Sinclair Vincent; July 18, 1967) is an American actor, writer, director and producer. He became known in the early 2000s, appearing in several successful Hollywood films, including The Fast and the Furious and xXx. He founded the production companies One Race Films, Tigon Studios and Racetrack Records.
Vin Diesel was born in New York City, the son of Delora, a psychiatrist and astrologer. Diesel has white and black ancestry. He has described himself as "definitely a person of color" and stated that he is "of ambiguous ethnicity – Italian and a lot of other stuff." Diesel has never met his biological father, and was raised by his African-American stepfather, Irving, an acting instructor and theatre manager. He made his stage debut at age seven when he appeared in the children's play Dinosaur Door, written by Barbara Garson. The play was produced at Theater for the New City in New York's Greenwich Village. His involvement in the play came about when he, his brother, and some friends had broken into Theater for the New City's space on Jane Street with the intent to vandalize it. They were confronted by the theater's artistic director, Crystal Field, who, instead of calling the police, handed them scripts and offered them parts in the upcoming show. He remained involved with the theatre throughout adolescence, going on to attend the city's Hunter College, where his creative writing studies led him to begin screenwriting. Diesel became an active film-maker in the early 1990s, first earning notice for the short film Multi-Facial, which was selected for screening at the 1995 Cannes Festival. Diesel has identified himself as a "multi-faceted" actor as a result of early difficulties finding roles due to his mixed heritage.
Plot
A writer/producer is about to make a big career jump and has a lot of activity going on in his life. But, emotionally, he's dead. Through a fantastical event, he meets someone. They fall in love. She wants to defy logic and hop on the passing train of time with him. He lets his mind rationalize and hesitates. She is gone and he finds himself in a desperate race to get her back. Will the magic that brought them together be strong enough to reunite them, or is it too long?
If you believe in something strong enough, it can be real.
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Summer in L.A., it's hot. Homeland Security has set the threat level at red; they're searching for several Arabs alleged to be terrorists. Mustafa, an Egyptian immigrant who runs a falafel shop, comes to the FBI's attention; they investigate him. He has other problems: his young teen son no longer wants to be a Muslim; his sister, a nurse, objects to Mustafa arranging her marriage to a cousin from Egypt. She has a non-Arab suitor of her own. Omar, an employee of Mustafa, is a struggling actor who doesn't want to play only terrorists. Mustafa hopes to open a real restaurant and has a potential partner in Sam, a Jew, whose family objects. What price the American dream?
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Fatherless John Farley's youth frustration, even trauma, like many his school kids' in his Nebraska small town home, was the constant abuse and humiliation in sadistic Jasper Woodcock's gym class. After college, doting son John became a motivational bestseller author and returns during a book signing tour to receive the backwater's highest honor. To John's horror, his devoted mother Beverly announces her plans to marry the hated coach and he's to be celebrated on the same event as John. Only ridiculous fatso Nedderman and his strange brother try to help Farley stop Woodcock, but that keeps backfiring.
Keywords: 1990s, 2000s, airplane, ambulance, apology, asthma, asthmatic, award, barbershop, beating
Letting Go Of Your Past Is Hard... Especially When It's Dating Your Mom.
You thought your family was nuts
Everyone takes P.E. Few survive.
Maggie Hoffman: [to the flight attendant] Could I get a real bottle, please? I'm an alcoholic, not a Barbie doll.
John Farley: Lets go, Woodcock.::Mr. Woodcock: You must like getting spanked, Farley. I guess it runs in the family.
John Farley: [quietly to Woodcock, as he seems stunned] Are you okay?::John Farley: [loudly] RHETORICAL QUESTION, WOODCOCK!::[slams him in the back with a chair]
Mr. Woodcock: [after Farley flips Mr. Woodcock in hospital bed] One pothole in this entire town Farley... and you've managed to find it.
Mr. Woodcock: I don't do 'Sorry'.::John Farley: What?::Mr. Woodcock: Sorry is for criminals and screw-ups... and I'm neither one.
Maggie Hoffman: Look, I don't care if your granny is on fire.::Maggie Hoffman: This is Oprah! She farts on a book and it magically sells a million copies.
Nedderman: What's next, the Hitler Calzone?
John Farley: You have a father?::Mr. Woodcock: Of course I have a father, Farley, I'm not Jesus.
Mr. Woodcock: S-s-s-set of ten!
Mr. Woodcock: You're going to find out there are alot more important things to know than the capital of Montana. Nedderman, what's the capital of Montana?::Young Nedderman: Helena?::Mr. Woodcock: Who cares? Go run a lap!
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A film noir centering around a hard-boiled, stylish kingpin drug dealer, called King David, who returns to his hometown seeking redemption--but ends up only finding violent death. King David's final moments are spent with Paul, an aspiring journalist who knew him for just a few minutes; yet King David would forever more have an impact on Paul's life. Half preacher, half Satan, and all street smarts, King David had recorded the story of his exploits on audiotape, leaving behind an often-poetic sermon on villainy and its consequences. The tapes reveal that the cycle of violence and retribution, which his actions have spawned, has come back to him, full circle, as he suspected they might all along.
Keywords: anal-sex, based-on-novel, blood-spatter, bloodshed, child-abuse, cocaine, death, drug-dealer, drug-overdose, ethnic-slur
No king rules forever.
Blue: [after beating and robbing the man in apartment] Don't worry man, I'll leave you enough to buy a pack of Newports...
King David: We reap what we sow, that's what the bible says. Payback's a muthafucka, I think James Brown said that. Same shit, we all know the story... or at least we pretend that we do...
Michael: What the fuck is a white boy like you doin' uptown in a dead man's car?
King David: You miss me?::Jasper: Ain't nobody ever missed a rattlesnake, so why would anybody miss *you?*
King David: How old are you?::Ella: [scoffs] Old *enough*.
Two Actors, One Dream. Zero Talent
Damien: HAVE YOU EVER LIVED?
Richard Wolanski: Ahh... I'm Fonzie!
Katie Reed: We're going to be in a play together! [hugs Richard]::Richard Wolanski: Ya!::Katie Reed: Maybe you should take a shower and change your clothes...::Richard Wolanski: Why?::Katie Reed: [gestures at his upper body] It's all stinky here
Barry Goodson: When it pours, it rains.
Beth Goodson: [upon learning her husband Barry just arbitrarily quit his telemarketing job] I mean God Barry, at least we could count on those two hundred dollars evert two weeks to buy your acting supplies... now I'm going to have to pay for them too?::Barry Goodson: Hey - enough about YOU. This affects ME.
Barry Goodson: [out of work, broke, eating cereal] Now I don't know why they say eat this stuff with milk, 'cos- ah, it tastes just fine with water.
Richard Wolanski: Ya, no - cos when I'm up there accepting my Macadiby Award, they're going to be, like, "How? You're so good - how did you get so good? Who taught you?" and of course then, I'll tell them - ...::Tom Brennemen: You're not good Richard. You're not.::Richard Wolanski: - -you're... the one... huh?::Tom Brennemen: You're not, uh - good.
Floyd: Get your cock off my knee.
Floyd: [trying to direct Barry how to deliver his lines] So you're on the phone, ok? Uh-huh. uh-huh - An elementary school teacher impregnanted by a blah, blah, blah, blah, blah - Got it?::Barry Goodson: [Barry in the take] Uh-huh. uh-huh? Mm-hmm - An elementary school teacher impregnanted by a blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.
Barry Goodson: Comedy. Is all, about.................................... timing.
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Fact-based bio of early film director-producer, Bill Tilghman (Sam Elliott). Tighman was a real life cowboy, who rode with the Earps & faced down countless bad guys. When he turned to films, he was determined to make authentic Westerns, rather than the fake carrying on of Tom Mix & other Western movie stars of the day. The only problem was that no one wanted to see his non-stars in any story. Arliss Howard co-stars as a cocaine-addled law enforcement nemesis of Tighman, who attempts to stop him at every turn.
Keywords: bar-shootout, based-on-true-story, g-man, gangster, main-character-dies, neo-western
America's Last Great Lawman Takes On a New Kind of Outlaw.
Plot
After being caught in a scandalous situation days before the election, the president does not seem to have much of a chance of being re-elected. One of his advisers contacts a top Hollywood producer in order to manufacture a war in Albania that the president can heroically end, all through mass media.
Keywords: airplane-accident, albania, animal-in-title, anti-psychotic, baseball-metaphor, based-on-book, based-on-novel, black-comedy, cat, cia
A Hollywood producer. A Washington spin-doctor. When they get together, they can make you believe anything.
A comedy about truth, justice and other special effects.
Why does a dog wag its tail? Because a dog is smarter than its tail. If the tail were smarter, the tail would wag the dog.
Tracy Lime: What would they do to me if I did tell someone about this?::Conrad 'Connie' Brean: They could come to your house in the middle of the night and kill you.
Stanley Motss: The President will be a hero. He brought peace.::Conrad 'Connie' Brean: But there was never a war.::Stanley Motss: All the greater accomplishment.
Conrad 'Connie' Brean: A good plan today is better than a perfect plan tomorrow.
Stanley Motss: When it's cooking, it's cooking.
Conrad 'Connie' Brean: What's the thing people remember about the Gulf War? A bomb falling down a chimney. Let me tell you something: I was in the building where we filmed that with a 10-inch model made out of Legos.::Stanley Motss: Is that true?::Conrad 'Connie' Brean: Who the hell's to say?
Stanley Motss: [Referring to Schumann] It's okay, he's not dead.::Stanley Motss: [after a gunshot is heard] Uh, strike that.
Winifred Ames: [after discovering that their "hero" is actaully a convict]::Winifred Ames: What did he do?::Stanley Motss: He raped a nun...::Winifred Ames: Oh, God. Oh, God. Jes... - Oh, God!::Stanley Motss: And...::Winifred Ames: "And"? I don't want to know an "and". Why is there an "and"?::Stanley Motss: Look, look, look, look, look. He's fine as long as he gets his medication...::Winifred Ames: And if he doesn't get his medications?::Stanley Motss: He's not fine.
Winifred Ames: Why Albania?::Conrad 'Connie' Brean: Why not?::Winifred Ames: What have they done to us?::Conrad 'Connie' Brean: What have they done FOR us? What do you know about them?::Winifred Ames: Nothing.::Conrad 'Connie' Brean: See? They keep to themselves. Shifty. Untrustable.
[Commissioned to write a propaganda song about war with Albania]::Johnny Dean: Albania's hard to rhyme.
Stanley Motss: It's all, you know, thinking ahead thinking ahead.::Conrad 'Connie' Brean: It's like being a plumber.::Stanley Motss: Yea, it's like a plumber: do your job right and nobody should notice. But when you fuck it up, everything gets full of shit.
After
The ones who wait
For judgment
To befall them
And deserved are we
That need no judgment
Fear nothing
But nothing itself
Find faith in yourselves
For you're all Gods
All of you
Within yourselves
In this
The year
We pray
And after the wooden icons have infested your mind
Ground your feet
And all that is real
And bare the scars
of all your convictions
Wear them
Yourself
The proud
The standalones
Do
Do not ask forgiveness from the icon
Ask it from yourselves
Sickness beginning
Lies continuing
Story and fable
See-through not able
Its cold and dry
As I am (design?) the sea
That blinds me behind me
But nothing is left of me
Hide behind as I decide
For the end of time
We will be
So as I find my eye itself
It's jealousy
The evolution would be
But nothing is left to see
What I decide
Give time
To the end of time
When I would be left to see
More to the meaning
Forbidden you feel me
I'm broken and freezing
Exhausted from breathing
The weakness beginning
Try and believe it
No more
We believe you
I'm not like you
Go and be gone
you betrayed my trust
Lies all lies all lies all lies
If you stay
You feel without feeling
All is lost
Lost are
The ones who wait
For judgment
To befall them
And deserved are we
That need no judgment
Fear nothing
But nothing itself
Find faith in yourselves
For you're all Gods
All of you
Within yourselves
In this
The year
We pray
And after the wooden icons have infested your mind
Ground your feet
And all that is real
And bare the scars
Of all your convictions
Wear them
Yourself
The proud
The standalones
Do not ask forgiveness from the icon
Ask it from yourselves
Sickness beginning
Lies continuing
Story and fable
See-through not able
Its cold and dry
As I am the sea
That blinds me behind me
But nothing is left of me
Hide behind as I decide
For the end of time
We will be
So as I find my eye itself
It's jealousy
The evolution would be
But nothing is left to see
What I decide
Give time
To the end of time
When I would be left to see
More to the meaning
Forbidden you feel me
I'm broken and freezing
Exhausted from breathing
The weakness beginning
Try and believe it
No more
We believe you
I'm not like you
Go and be gone
you betrayed my trust
Lies all lies all lies all lies
If you stay
You feel without feeling
One Mind, One Soul, One-sided and we're outa control
Like a shot in the dark
We take aim, we never hit the mark
Wide-eyed with tunnel vision
A telltale sign of the human condition
One pride, One power, One Religion....
I don't buy this game,
Same old lie, we just change the name
(Chorus)
We're still running into the wind
And leading a Life of Crime
Though we deny it, We show our colors under the gun
We're still running into the wind
And living on borrowed time
Don't try to hide it,
We can't undo the things that are done
One fist held high, One voice claiming world dominion
No truth, We try, To reduce it to pure opinion
No judge, No jury, No guilt if we take away the rules
One war, One rebellion
One world full of fairytale fools
I don't buy this game,
Same old lie, we just change the name
Chorus)
Up and down
Up and down
Round and round
We’re crazy
Up and down (You can’t take me down)
Up and down (I won’t stay down)
Round and round
You’re crazy
(Up down, down up)
(Verse)
When I downsize my sleep
And I download the beat
And I downplay the streets
When I throw down your heat
I’m just chasing pounds
No point in looking down
I splash downstairs
Then I dash downtown
Or it’s the Dunstable downs (yep)
It’s going down
When I run through the town (you know)
Give me my crown
And I’m downcast
When they treat me like an outcast
(Downtime) guess I’m just down and out
Had a down ass miss
And no I aren’t get no kisses (oh no)
I aren’t make the hit list (no)
I was on the wish list (no)
A down low sister and how she got me downhearted
Since the day I departed, I’ve been down in love
Like and artist
Started real good, then it went downhill
Down here if you’re good
You living down mill hill
You thinking downward
You down start, down south
Don’t slouch blood
When you’re down but you don’t stop (never)
(Chorus)
(Verse 2)
Up we go, yea we’re going uptown
To the upscale life, coming from the underground
Got to get up, I can’t upstage me
Uncage the upheaval and step it up to like 80
This uppity brother got a problem with upbeats
Upload the sheets
It seems I’m up a piece
It’s typical beef, like POW, up your speed
That’s 2003 to me, now get this
Up the block, by the shop, there’s a cop cutting locks
(That’s dread) you can’t even shot Nike shox
By the bus stop, you either shot or getting stopped
Up this way it’s up yours or not yours
Up till 04’s I couldn’t get the doors
Now DSP get high shows like we’re billing up on tour
Yea, it’s A/D, Milton Keynes to Northants
Luton, Essex, London, Up and down it’s your chance.
(Chorus)
[Guitar solo]
Around the same time, next girl told me I was common
My life moved up and by chance I met Common
Spit @ Vocool Lounge with J.O
Around 04 NN5 became two
I met this girl from around the way
Around the same time, beats sell I start to get paid
In a roundabout way moved on to Leigh-On-sea
Girls all around, skinny round, I’m surround
The team got stronger
Eric, Lona, and Dom
Matt came thru, plus Stric, Joe and Rum
Rap nice and he’s cold as ice
Markotix got it on (yea he’s nice as rice)
Round up the crew, the boys bout to blew
Dreamstate just grew
You wound up? I cloak you
Say a prayer, get out your bibles
Round it all up like I’m your thirteenth disciple (the Judas)
Where is the promise of His coming?
All things continue just as we desire
They have forgotten the ancient world
So once by water, now by fire
After seven years, No more tears
The fury waits above the sky
The Lord of hosts will purify
On wings of fire He will appear
As the end is drawing near
And if those days had not been shortened
No flesh would survive
He takes no pleasure in the death of the wicked
But with their sin He will not strive
After seven years, No more tears
The fury waits above the sky
The Lord of hosts will purify
And His redeemed are justified
Their blood avenged and satisfied
The fury waits above the sky
The Lord of hosts will purify
He pours His wrath upon the earth
To His kingdom giving birth
The fury
One Mind, One Soul, One-sided and we're outa control
Like a shot in the dark
We take aim, we never hit the mark
Wide-eyed with tunnel vision
A telltale sign of the human condition
One pride, One power, One Religion....
I don't buy this game,
Same old lie, we just change the name
(Chorus)
We're still running into the wind
And leading a Life of Crime
Though we deny it, We show our colors under the gun
We're still running into the wind
And living on borrowed time
Don't try to hide it,
We can't undo the things that are done
One fist held high, One voice claiming world dominion
No truth, We try, To reduce it to pure opinion
No judge, No jury, No guilt if we take away the rules
One war, One rebellion
One world full of fairytale fools
I don't buy this game,
Same old lie, we just change the name
(Chorus)
It's burnt in my memory, the face of the crowd
Lost in the desert, they were cryin' out loud
Some voices were cursing, some singing in praise
It's one or the other when the curtain is raised
Lead us to the water, and wash away the fear
Take us to the water that will never disappear
(And get us outta here)
Out in the streets, there's risin' a cry
This isn't livin' but we don't wanna die
Politics and heretics, we've heard it all before
No phony religion, just get us out thru the door
Lead us to the water, and wash away the fear
Take us to the water that will never disappear
(And get us outta here)
I'll give you fountains that never run dry
Like eagles you will fly
No tear in anyone's eye
And the glory won't fade forever, forever on
The treasury's empty, the riches withdrawn
The people are hungry and the food is all gone
The media garbage keeps pumpin' out lies
The weight is oppressive as the spectres arise
Lead us to the water, and wash away the fear
Take us to the water that will never disappear
(And get us outta here)