Larry King (born November 19, 1933) is an American television and radio host whose work has been recognized with awards including two Peabodys and ten Cable ACE Awards. He began as a local Florida journalist and radio interviewer in the 1950s and 1960s and became prominent as an all-night national radio broadcaster starting in 1978. From 1985-2010, he hosted the nightly interview TV program Larry King Live on CNN.
King was born Lawrence Harvey Zeiger in Brooklyn, New York City, to an Austrian immigrant Edward Zeiger, a restaurant owner and defense plant worker, and his wife Jennie Gitlitz, a garment worker, who emigrated from Belarus. King grew up in a religiously observant Jewish home, but in adulthood became an agnostic.
King's father died at 44 of heart disease, and his mother had to go on welfare to support her two sons. His father's death greatly affected King, and he lost interest in school. After graduating from high school, he worked to help support his mother. From an early age, however, he had wanted to go into radio. King is a fan of the Los Angeles Dodgers.
Carlos Augusto Alves Santana (born July 20, 1947) is a Mexican and American rock guitarist. Santana became famous in the late 1960s and early 1970s with his band, Santana, which pioneered rock, Latin music and jazz fusion. The band's sound featured his melodic, blues-based guitar lines set against Latin and African rhythms featuring percussion instruments such as timbales and congas not generally heard in rock music. Santana continued to work in these forms over the following decades. He experienced a resurgence of popularity and critical acclaim in the late 1990s. In 2003, Rolling Stone magazine listed Santana at number 15 on their list of the 100 Greatest Guitarists of All Time. He has won 10 Grammy Awards and 3 Latin Grammy Awards.
Santana was born in Autlán de Navarro, Jalisco, Mexico. Carlos learned to play the violin at age five and the guitar at age eight. His younger brother, Jorge Santana, would also become a professional guitarist. Young Carlos was heavily influenced by Ritchie Valens at a time when there were very few Latinos in American rock and pop music. The family moved from Autlán de Navarro to Tijuana In La Colonia Libertad, the city on Mexico's border with California, and then San Francisco. Carlos stayed in Tijuana but joined his family in San Francisco later and graduated from James Lick Middle School and Mission High School there. He graduated from Mission High in 1965. Carlos was accepted into the California State University, Northridge and Humboldt State University, but turned down both of the offers. Javier Bátiz, a famous guitarist from Tijuana, was said to have been Carlos's guitar teacher who taught him to play a different style of guitar soloing. After learning Javier Batiz's techniques, Santana would make them his own as well.
Jamie Charles (Jay) Bakker (born December 18, 1975) is an American Christian pastor. He is the younger of two children born to televangelists Jim Bakker and Tammy Faye Bakker Messner.
Jay Bakker is a co-founder of Revolution Church, created in 1994 in Phoenix, Arizona with Kelli Miller and Mike Wall. Jay presently preaches at the New York City branch of Revolution Church, which holds services at the nightclub Pete's Candy Store, in the Williamsburg section of Brooklyn. Before moving to New York, Jay preached at Revolution's Atlanta location before turning it over to Stu Damron. Much of Jay's story was retold in a documentary on Sundance Channel called One Punk Under God: The Prodigal Son of Jim and Tammy Faye.
The trauma of his father being sent to prison, combined with the subsequent ostracism by others in the Church and religious community, led to a period of substance abuse and partying. He was distrustful of other ministers and viewed televangelist Jerry Falwell to be instrumental in ruining his family. In his autobiography, Son of a Preacher Man, he claimed Reverend Falwell deceived his father into relinquishing PTL and auctioned off much of the church's property, including some of the Bakker family's personal possessions that were left there. After becoming sober, he re-examined his faith and Christianity, adopting a philosophy that God is a loving and accepting entity rather than a judgmental one.
Russell Dominic Peters (born September 29, 1970) is a Canadian comedian, actor and disc jockey. He began performing in Toronto in 1989 and has been nominated for four Gemini Awards.
Russell Peters was born in Brampton, Ontario, Canada to Eric and Maureen Peters. His family is of Anglo-Indian ancestry and is Catholic. His father was born in Bombay, Maharashtra, India, and worked as a federal meat inspector; he is regularly mentioned and featured in his comedy work. His mother was born in Calcutta, West Bengal, India. He has an older brother named Clayton who was born in Calcutta. Russell attended Chinguacousy Secondary School for grades 9–10, and North Peel Secondary School for grades 11–12 in Brampton.
Peters began performing in Toronto in 1989. Peters' popularity extends to several countries. He has since also performed in the United Kingdom, United States, Australia, New Zealand, Ireland, Afghanistan, Sweden, South Africa, India, the Caribbean, Philippines, Vietnam, mainland China, Canada, Hong Kong, Sri Lanka, France, Singapore, United Arab Emirates, Bahrain, Jordan, Norway, Lebanon, Oman, Pakistan, Malaysia, and Trinidad among other places.
Corey Todd Taylor (born December 8, 1973) sometimes known by the number 8, is an American musician best known as the lead vocalist and lyricist of Slipknot and Stone Sour.
Corey Taylor is a founding member of Stone Sour, and has released three studio albums with that band. Taylor joined Slipknot in 1997 to replace their original singer Anders Colsefni. He has released four studio albums with them. Taylor constantly alternates between bands, since 2001, after the release of Iowa, where he reformed Stone Sour immediately after touring. He has worked with several bands, including Junk Beer Kidnap Band, Apocalyptica, Anthrax, Aaron Lewis of Staind, and Soulfly. Taylor writes and sings in styles that vary by genre. Taylor was ranked number 86 in Hit Parader's Top 100 Metal Vocalists of All Time.
Corey Taylor was born in Des Moines, Iowa on December 8, 1973, the first of three children. He lived in Orlando briefly with his uncle, George Robson though Taylor was mostly raised by his mother in Waterloo, Iowa, a place described by Taylor as a "hole in the ground with buildings around it." He is of Belgian, Polish and Danish background from his father's side.
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Mavis Dogblood is a Mohawk painter who keeps the memory of her dead husband Jessie Lightning alive through the recreation of stories he would tell her. Jessie was a musician whose compositions continues to haunt Mavis. Mavis has a potential lover waiting for her to absolve her grief and continue in the world of the living. Mavis is delivering a series of paintings to New York. On the trip to New York she decides to visit Jessie's grandmother Josephine. Here Mavis is given permission to love her friend and lover Bug.
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Sante Kimes found a rich man, Ken, but he wasn't dumb enough to marry her. So her son Kenny Jr. isn't co-heir with his step-siblings. However the boy is made her accomplice in an endless series of shameless crimes, from shoplifting to elaborate scams. After her four year jail term, Kenny is unable to escape her clasp again. When his father dies, he's dragged along throughout the US as an 'enforcer' for even more daring crimes, as she's determined to avoid jail - by murdering dangerous witnesses.
Keywords: abuse, bare-butt, beating, black-eye, face-slap, handcuffs, jail, male-frontal-nudity, male-nudity, male-rear-nudity
Mother. Son. Mayhem.
Christmas just got personal...
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In the midst of a nasty public breakup of married movie stars, a studio publicist scrambles to put a cap on the escalating situation as the couple's latest film has found its only print kidnapped by the director.
Keywords: actor, actress, break-up, candid-camera, celebrity, depression, dog, face-slap, fat-suit, film-in-film
America's hottest couple has just broken up...it will take more than special effects to get them back together.
Being America's Sweethearts isn't always easy.
A comedy about celebrity, family and other forms of insanity.
The Crew's Here. The Cameras Are Rolling. And the Director's Got a Problem!
Gwen: [to her assistant] People have no idea what it's like being me. Did we brush my teeth?
Eddie: She gets a cottage and I get the shitty little suite?::Lee: She has an entourage.::Eddie: What about me?::Lee: You have an entourage?::Eddie: I'm a paranoid schizophrenic. I *am* my own entourage!
Eddie: [to Gwen] You're the devil.
Hector: I really want to play a character like the Terminator, you know, because I think the Hispanic people are crying out to see a deadly, destructive, killing machine that they can embrace as their own, you know, that they can relate to...
Lee: Okay, Siegfried and Roy just left the building. They're heading for the pool deck.::Danny: Siegfried and Roy are here?::Lee: No, not the real Siegfri... It's a code. *You* wanted to play this game, you little schmuck.
Hector: Ooh, pussy boy gonna splat!
Eddie: Kiki! Kiki! Hold on, hold on. I want to talk. Look...::Kiki: Let go of me!::Eddie: Just... I want to talk!::Kiki: I don't want to talk to you!::Eddie: Why not?::Kiki: Because you're an idiot!::Eddie: Well?::Kiki: You know what? For that matter, I'm an idiot, too! In that respect, we're actually quite perfect for each other.::Eddie: This is a very complicated situation...::Kiki: Well, let me uncomplicate it for you, huh? Forget about what happened between us, Eddie. It's not going to work, all right? I mean, last night... last night was great. But then she calls you this morning and you just cannot wait to get out the door to get to her! What is that? It's just not going to work, 'cause you will probably always be thinking about her, and I will probably always be wondering if you were thinking about her. I just... I just need you to know one thing.::Eddie: What?::Kiki: That woman that you saw by the pool the other night...::Eddie: Yeah...::Kiki: No, that woman that you just have to spend the rest of your life with... [beat] That was me.
Gwen: Kiki? What was that movie called?::Kiki: I don't give a shit!::Eddie: No, that wasn't it.
Gwen: [part of Eddie's revenge fantasy] Oh, Eddie, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I know you'll never forgive me, but please, please take me back. Oh... that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?::Eddie: Actually, it's a gun.::[shoots her multiple times]
Kiki: [Eddie has just told Gwen he's "not technically" seeing anyone] Well, that's fascinating. "Not technically"... hmm. That's, uh, that's sad, really. That's, uh... that's a shame.::[Kiki slams her frying pan on the table in front of Gwen]::Kiki: Here are your eggs, my darling sister, I hope that's runny enough for you. And you, you son of a bitch!::[Kiki dumps the eggs in Eddie's lap]::Kiki: Here are your eggs! There you go!::Gwen: What the hell is wrong with you, Kiki?::Kiki: A lot, actually, and you know, I cannot believe that it's taken me this long to figure it out! And... and... and I'm going to go for a long walk now, just to simmer down. But before I do, I would just like to cut through the bullshit. You see, sister, the reason why he's not *technically* seeing anyone is because he's still *technically* hung up on you.::[turns to Eddie]::Kiki: And you, you... moron! The only reason she's here, besides trying to salvage her precious career, is to serve you with divorce papers. There, I've said it! I've done all I can do here. I'm going for a walk because that's, you know... leaving is just something that I've really perfected over the years. And so, once more, with feeling!::[Kiki storms out]::Gwen: She was so much more fun when she was fat.
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A mix of hip-hop and politics, after putting a hit out on himself Senator Bulworth becomes a MCing politician akin to a west African griot who isn't afraid to say anything he wants and can offend anyone he wants.
Keywords: african-american, african-american-stereotype, assassination, assassination-attempt, california, campaign-finance, campaigning, candidate, cartoon-on-tv, character-name-in-title
Brace yourself. This politician is about to tell the truth!
Bullworth: All we need is a voluntary, free-spirited, open-ended program of procreative racial deconstruction. Everybody just gotta keep fuckin' everybody 'til they're all the same color.
Bullworth: Obscenity? The rich is getting richer and richer and richer while the middle class is getting more poor/ Making billions and billions and billions of bucks/ well my friend if you weren't already rich at the start well that situation just sucks/cause the riches mother fucker in five of us is getting ninety fuckin eight percent of it/ and every other motherfucker in the world is left to wonder where the fuck we went with it/ Obscenity?/ I'm a Senator/ I gotta raise $10,000 a day every day I'm in Washington/ I ain't getting it in South Central/ I'm gettin it in Beverly Hills/ So I'm votin from them in the Senate the way they want me too/ and-and-and I'm sending them my bills/ But we got babies in South Central dying as young as they do in Peru/ We got public schools that are nightmares/ We got a Congress that ain't got a clue/We got kids with submachine guns/ We got militias throwing bombs/ We got Bill just gettin all weepy/ We got Newt blaming teenage moms/We got factories closing down/ Where the hell did all the good jobs go? Well, I'll tell you where they went/My contributors make more profits makin, makin, makin, Hirin' kids in Mexico/ Oh a brother can work in fast food/ If he can't invent computer games/ But what we used to call America/ That's going down the drains/How's a young man gonna meet his financial responsibilities workin and motherfuckin Burger King? He ain't! And please don't even start with that school shit/ There aint no education going on up in that motherfucker/ Obscenity? We got a million brothers in prison/ I mean, the walls are really rockin/But you can bet your ass they'd all be out/If they could pay for Johnny Cochran/ The constitution is supposed to give them an equal chance/ Well, that ain't gonna happen for sure/ Ain't it time to take a little from the rich motherfucker and give a little to the poor? I mean, those boys over there on the monitor/ they want a government smaller and weak/ but the be speakin for the riches 20 percent when they pretend they're defendin the meek/ Now, shit, fuck, cocksuker, that's the real obscenity/ Black folks livin with every day/ Trying to believe a mothefuckin word Democrats and Republicans say/ Obscenity? I'm Jay Billington Bulworth And I've come to say/ The Democratic party's got some shit to pay/ It's gonna pay it in the ghetto/ It's gonna pay it in the- [talks a little] You know the guy in the booth who's talking to you in that tiny little earphone? He's afraid the guys at network are gonna tell him that he's through/ If he lets a guy keep talking like I'm talking to you/ Cause the corporations got the networks and they get to say who gets to talk about the country and who's crazy today/ I would cut to a commercial if you still want this job/ Because you may not be back tomorrow with this cooperate mob/Cut to commercial, cut to commercial, cut to commercial. Ok ok I got a simple question that I'd like to ask of this network/ That pays you for performing this task/ How come they got the airwaves? They're the peoples aren't they? Wouldn't they be worth 70 billion to the public today? If some money-grubbin Congress didn't give them away for big campaign money? It's hopeless you see/ If you're runnin for office with out no TV/If you don't get big money/ You get a defeat/ Corporations and broadcasters make you dead meat/ You been taught in this country there's speech that is free/ But free don't get you no spots on TV/If you want to have senators not on the take/ Then give them free air time/ They won't have to fake/ Telecommunications is the name of the beast/that, that, that, that, that's eating up the world from the west to the east/ The movies, the tabloids, TV and magazines/ they tell us what to think and do/ And all our hopes and dreams/ All this information makes America phat/ But if the company's outta the country/ How American is that? But we got Americans with families that can't even buy a meal/ Ask a brother who's been downsized if he's getting any deal/ Or a white boy bustin ass til they put him in his grave/ He ain't gotta be a black boy to be livin like a slave/ Rich people have always stayed on top by dividing white people from colored people/ but white people got more in common with colored people then they do with rich people/ we just gotta eliminate them. White people, black people, brown people, yellow people, get rid of 'em all/ All we need is a voluntary, free spirited, open-ended program of procreative racial deconstruction/ Everybody just gotta keep fuckin' everybody til they're all the same color
Angry black woman: Are you sayin' the Democratic Party don't care about the African-American community?::Bullworth: Isn't that OBVIOUS? You got half your kids are out of work and the other half are in jail. Do you see ANY Democrat doing anything about it? Certainly not me! So what're you gonna do, vote Republican? Come on! Come on, you're not gonna vote Republican! Let's call a spade a spade! [Loud, angry booing] I mean - come on! You can have a Billion Man March! If you don't put down that malt liquor and chicken wings, and get behind someone other than a running back who stabs his wife, you're NEVER gonna get rid of somebody like me!
[Mimi has just seen Bulworth badmouth a black congregation]::Mimi: Fred, when you say "by the book" - WHAT book would that be?
Nina: ...Yo.::Bullworth: Yo. Yo, yo, yo to you.::Nina: Later.::Bullworth: I was, uh, hoping for sooner.
Debate Producer: Just between us, Senator, do you think it's advisable to schedule campaign stops with industry leaders when you have such a low opinion of their product?::Bullworth: My guys are not stupid. They always put the big Jews on my schedule. You're mostly Jews, right? Three out of four of you? [brandishes speech] I bet Murphy put something bad about Farrakhan in here for you!
Bullworth: What is it exactly you're concerned about, Murphy?::Dennis Murphy: I'm concerned that you stood up in front of three hundred people in a black church and told them that they were not a factor and never would be as long as we remain in the pocket of the insurance lobby! I'm concerned that you went to a fundraiser in Beverly Hills and told various leaders of the entertainment industry that they make a lousy product, and since many of them also happen to be Jewish, you decided the PRUDENT thing to do would be to MOCK their Jewish paranoia! I'm concerned that we are in an after-hours club in Compton on the eve of the most important event of the campaign swing, where God knows how much illegal activity is taking place and YOU are SMOKING MARIJUANA! Now, Senator - I work for you. You call the shots. But I will be able to do my job so much better if you will just simply tell me... what is this new strategy? Just tell me a little bit!::[Bulworth exhales smoke into Murphy's face]::Bullworth: Have a drink, Murphy. Live your life.
Reporter: Senator, do you plan to make rap a regular part of your campaign?::Bullworth: A part of my campaign? Now that just sounds insane!
Darnell: I say, you ain't no real nigger, IS you?::Bullworth: [stoned] Is YOU a real nigger?::Darnell: You callin' me nigger, motherfucka? Don't call me a NIGGER, moth'fucka!::Bullworth: Would you prefer "motherfucker," motherfucker?
[Feldman and Murphy are concerned about Bulworth's rapping]::Bill Feldman: You know something? We had a next-door neighbor who would lose her mind from time to time. What was weird when she got like that was this: she could only speak in song lyrics.::Bullworth: Murphy, Feldman, you're lookin' pretty beat / I thought you might feel better with some ribs to eat / Eat 'em, gentlemen, you'll think they're really fine / And if you want a couple more you can get 'em anytime!::Dennis Murphy: I am incredibly frightened.
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Director Alan Smithee comes to Hollywood to make a movie. Due to a variety of factors, he decides to disown it and direct it under a pseudonym. Unfortunately, the Director's Guild requires that if a director disowns a movie in this fashion, he *must* use the official Director's Guild pseudonym...which happens to be Alan Smithee.
Keywords: amazing-grace-the-hymn, box-office-flop, cameo, celebrity, character-name-in-title, director, fake-documentary, film-director, film-industry, film-producer
The movie Hollywood doesn't want you to see
Great Cans. Great Movies.
Sylvester Stallone: Look, I'm doing this for free so don't bust my balls, okay?
Sylvester Stallone: Yo! Adrian! You know we never... and we had a kid so it was an immaculate ejection.
Alan Smithee: It's worse than "Showgirls"!
Sylvester Stallone: Don't fuck with me!::Jackie Chan: Don't fuck with me!::Whoopi Goldberg: Don't fuck with me!::Sylvester Stallone, Jackie Chan, Whoopi Goldberg: Don't fuck with us!
Alan Smithee: [during an editing session] No, no, no! You've sodomised it!
Alan Smithee: [beating his head] I cut the picture. They cut the picture. I didn't cut the picture. They cut the picture...
Alan Smithee: An Actor, he says. And I think: "Certainly he is. This is LA. EVERYONE'S an Actor."
Whoopi Goldberg: I like working with directors. And I've saved a lot of their jobs. And they've saved a few of my performances...
Jackie Chan: I don't die. Even if I die, I come back with Reincarnation, so I don't die!
Shane Black: I got my script back and didn't recognize a single word of it.
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Based upon the true story of Jim Jones, a self proclaimed prophet. Jim Jones had a loyal following of about 1000 people, who had donated their entire life savings to him to join his commune. When possible illegal activities came to the attention of the authorities, they started to investigate. Rather that faces the charges, Jim Jones committed suicide, and convinced virtually All of his followers to do the same.
Keywords: african-american, american-abroad, based-on-book, character-name-in-title, charismatic-leader, christianity, church, cinematographer, civil-rights, commune
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Talent Unlimited, a theatrical agency in Philadelphia, is run by two brothers, Larry and Marty King. The comedy results from Larry's love of oddball acts regardless of their chance of success and Marty's incessant business attitude that they need to book acts that can make money.
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Vivian, Ed and Harry steal jewels in Paris. In New York government agent McBride accompanies Vivian riding across the country with the loot. She falls in love with him and gives up crime; he finds the stash and arrests her. Rival crooks Doc and Steve, who had already stolen the stolen jewels once, attempt to take them once again.
Keywords: blizzard, bodyguard, car-accident, childbirth, criminal, criminal-gang, custom-official, deception, diner, doctor
Here She is at Last!...Laughing, Loving, Wise-Cracking Again as She Kisses a Stranger and Romps Away on the Merriest, Maddest Romantic Adventure You've Ever Seen!
Ross 'Mac' McBride aka Danny Ross Ackerman: Will you quit worrying about those guys? You'd think you were traveling with a cripple or an interior decorator!
Harry Ames: Those birds are walking murder.