In the Western classical tradition, Homer ( /ˈhoʊmər/; Ancient Greek: Ὅμηρος, Hómēros) is the author of the Iliad and the Odyssey, and is revered as the greatest ancient Greek epic poet. These epics lie at the beginning of the Western canon of literature, and have had an enormous influence on the history of literature.
When he lived is unknown. Herodotus estimates that Homer lived 400 years before Herodotus' own time, which would place him at around 850 BC; while other ancient sources claim that he lived much nearer to the supposed time of the Trojan War, in the early 12th century BC. Modern researchers appear to place Homer in the 7th or 8th centuries BC.
The formative influence played by the Homeric epics in shaping Greek culture was widely recognized, and Homer was described as the teacher of Greece. Homer's works, which are about fifty percent speeches, provided models in persuasive speaking and writing that were emulated throughout the ancient and medieval Greek worlds. Fragments of Homer account for nearly half of all identifiable Greek literary papyrus finds.
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Single-mom Esme gives her daughter for adoption to her elder brother who immediately goes to America. Twenty-seven years later, daughter Abby goes back to the Philippines to meet her real mom. But Abby's excitement is foiled upon knowing that Esme is loud mouthed and worst nightmare. Days spelled hell for Abby, as she discovers that she and her horrific mother are complete polar opposites.
Keywords: abusive-mother, adoption, airport, biological-mother, birth-mother, catfight, coming-home, daughter-searching-for-missing-father, discovery-of-birth-mother, dog
Deception. Betrayal. Murder... Ain't love grand?
A sinister comedy that you can only watch in the dark.
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Jerry, an overweight pre-teen, is sent to a "fat farm" for the summer, lured by the promise of go-karts and swimming fun. When he arrives, however, he finds that the camp has been bought out by an exercise/fitness guru whose mental stability quickly deteriorates. Jerry and his friends--including a counselor whose been there 18 years--finally make a stand.
Keywords: actor-plays-multiple-characters, bankruptcy, black-humor, boy, boy-with-glasses, child's-point-of-view, cult-film, exercise, fat-camp, fat-joke
They never met a hot dog they didn't like... until now.
They don't run the fastest. They don't jump the highest. But they sure are getting the last laugh.
Roy: Funny Josh. But really man, what happened? Talk to us.::Josh: [half-unaware] Josh was bad.::Roy: Oh man. Oh jeez.::Josh: [half-unaware] Josh now good.::Gerry: Good? Wha... what do you mean?::Josh: Must be... [finally showing his normal awareness] good to see my big ass again!
Roy: Josh. Somebody gonna die today.::Josh: Call 911.
Gerry: Don't tell anyone, but I uh... snuck in some oreos. Just in case.::Josh: That was very sneaky of you, Gerry. Chipmunks! Download! Now!
Tony Perkis: Repulse the monkey... part the wild horse's mane.
Tony Perkis: First we're going to take an hour meditation break. Then we're going to climb that 1000-foot rock face over there with our bare hands and feet. I know you can do it, I have faith in you. But for now, observe the silence of the chi.
Gerry: [writing a letter] Dear Grandma... someone once said, "War is hell." They've never been to fat camp. I knew the food would be bad... [shows a revolting-looking lunch being passed out]... but even worse... [shows Lars stabbing the Blob with a spear]... today he killed the Blob.::Gerry: [goes to the go-kart track, closed and with people putting the karts in a pile] As for the go-karts, well... may they rest in pieces. I'm writing you because nobody else seemed to care.::Maury Garner: [on the phone] I did not send you to 'go-kart' camp!::Tony Perkis: [on the PA] Attention campers, lunch has been cancelled today, due to lack of hustle. Deal with it...::Gerry: Tony Perkis tries to lead by example...::Tony Perkis: [shows Tony on a bed of nails, and two guys placing an ice block on his stomach] This is the 18th level of the PerkiSystem. You'll all be doing this by Labor Day! All right, do it to it, Lars!::Lars: [standing by with a large hammer at the block] It's my honor, Tony. [Lars breaks the ice block while the campers freak out. Tony is unharmed]::Gerry: ...but we're afraid to follow.::Tony Perkis: [nighttime, the campers are around a large fire along with Tony] I know each and every one of you - because I WAS you!::Gerry: Once a day, the kids from Camp MVP, drive by and make fun of us.::MVP camper: [shows the MVP counselor and two campers driving by in a motor boat] [Into a megaphone] You STINK! You STINK! You STINK! You STINK! HA ha ha ha ha ha ha! [Gerry and Roy are ducked down in the water]::Gerry: At night... [shows some more MVP campers at the dock carrying cans of paint]... they vandalize our camp. [Pat is scrubbing it all off]::Gerry: [looks at Josh's empty bed and continues] At least Josh got out... where there's food. We have to resort... to more desperate measures. [Shows the campers chasing cows and shouting]::Gerry: Tony's arranged a dance with the girls' camp... so he can humiliate us into losing weight. Pray for me, Grandma. Love, Gerry.
Tony Perkis: Attention campers. Lunch has been cancelled due to lack of hustle. Deal with it.
Gerry: I'm not going to a camp with a bunch of fat loads!
Gerry: It's a fat camp! Are you crazy? No way! I'm not going to camp with a bunch of fat loads!::Mrs. Garner: Gerry!::Roger Johnson: Now that's not kind, Gerry.::Maury Garner: We're doing this for your own good. We gatta nip this thing in the bud.::Gerry: I'm fine. This is a joke right? You're fatter than I am why don't you go to fat camp.::Mrs. Garner: You show your father some respect.::Maury Garner: First I think we should have a little pow-wow, and then we will call you with our decision.::Gerry: I'll give you my decision right now. I'm not going.::[Cut to a jetliner taking off]
Roy: Josh, How ya doing man? I just saw the new nurse and she is... very attractive.::Josh: This pleases me.
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In the early years of the National Film Board of Canada before the rise of television, a major way for NFB films to be presented in small town Canada was through the movie showmen. This film follows the trials of one such showman as he travels around the rural areas to present a cinematic vision of the world people cannot otherwise see.
Keywords: canada, canadian-filmmaking, canadian-history, film-history
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This Wim Wenders film centers around the story of two angels wandering in a mixture of post-war and modern Berlin. Invisible to humans, they nevertheless give their help and comfort to all the lonely and depressed souls they meet. Finally, after many centuries, one of the angels becomes unhappy with his immortal state and wishes to become human in order to experience the joys of everyday life. He meets a circus acrobat and finds in her the fufillment of all his mortal desires. He also discovers that he is not alone in making this cross over, and that a purely spiritual experience is not enough to satisfy anyone.
Keywords: 1980s, actor, actor-playing-himself, afterlife, airplane, ambulance, american, angel, angel-on-earth, armor
There are angels on the streets of Berlin.
Driver: Are there still borders? More than ever! Every street has its borderline. Between each plot, there's a strip of no-man's-land disguised as a hedge or a ditch. Whoever dares, will fall into booby traps or be hit by laser rays. The trout are really torpedoes. Every home owner, or even every tenant nails his name plate on the door, like a coat of arms and studies the morning paper as if he were a world leader. Germany has crumbled into as many small states as there are individuals. And these small states are mobile. Everyone carries his own state with him, and demands a toll when another wants to enter. A fly caught in amber, or a leather bottle. So much for the border. But one can only enter each state with a password. The German soul of today can only be conquered and governed by one who arrives at each small state with the password. Fortunately, no one is currently in a position to do this. So... everyone migrates, and waves his one-man-state flag in all earthly directions. Their children already shake their rattles and drag their filth around them in circles.
Peter Falk: To smoke, and have coffee - and if you do it together, it's fantastic.
Nick Cave: [singing] From her to eternity.
Damiel: It's great to live by the spirit, to testify day by day for eternity, only what's spiritual in people's minds. But sometimes I'm fed up with my spiritual existence. Instead of forever hovering above I'd like to feel a weight grow in me to end the infinity and to tie me to earth. I'd like, at each step, each gust of wind, to be able to say "Now." Now and now" and no longer "forever" and "for eternity." To sit at an empty place at a card table and be greeted, even by a nod. Every time we participated, it was a pretense. Wrestling with one, allowing a hip to be put out in pretense, catching a fish in pretense, in pretense sitting at tables, drinking and eating in pretense. Having lambs roasted and wine served in the tents out there in the desert, only in pretense. No, I don't have to beget a child or plant a tree but it would be rather nice coming home after a long day to feed the cat, like Philip Marlowe, to have a fever and blackended fingers from the newspaper, to be excited not only by the mind but, at last, by a meal, by the line of a neck by an ear. To lie! Through one's teeth. As you're walking, to feel your bones moving along. At last to guess, instead of always knowing. To be able to say "ah" and "oh" and "hey" instead of "yea" and "amen."::Cassiel: Yeah, to be able, once in a while, to enthuse for evil. To draw all the demons of the earth from passers-by and to chase them out into the world. To be a savage.::Damiel: Or at last to feel how it is to take off shoes under a table and wriggle your toes barefoot, like that.::Cassiel: Stay alone! Let things happen! Keep serious! We can only be savages in as much as we keep serious. Do no more than look! Assemble, testify, preserve! Remain spirit! Keep your distance. Keep your word.
Damiel: When the child was a child, it was the time of these questions. Why am I me, and why not you? Why am I here, and why not there? When did time begin, and where does space end? Isn't life under the sun just a dream? Isn't what I see, hear, and smell just the mirage of a world before the world? Does evil actually exist, and are there people who are really evil? How can it be that I, who am I, wasn't before I was, and that sometime I, the one I am, no longer will be the one I am?
Homer, the aged poet: Tell me, muse, of the storyteller who has been thrust to the edge of the world, both an infant and an ancient, and through him reveal everyman. With time, those who listened to me became my readers. They no longer sit in a circle, bur rather sit apart. And one doesn't know anything about the other. I'm an old man with a broken voice, but the tale still rises from the depths, and the mouth, slightly opened, repeats it as clearly, as powerfully. A liturgy for which no one needs to be initiated to the meaning of words and sentences.
Marion: Longing. Longing for a wave of love that would stir in me. That's what makes me clumsy. The absence of pleasure. Desire for love. Desire to love.
The Dying Man: [thinking to himself while lying on the side of a road after a motorcycle accident] You never saw anyone die? I stink of gasoline. I saw it all clearly - the Mercedes, the pool of oil. Karin, I should have told you. It can't be that simple. I've still so much to do.::Damiel: [Damiel places his hands on the Dying Man's head] As I came up the mountain, out of the misty valley into the sun. The fire on the cattle range, the potatoes in the ashes, the boathouse floating in the lake. The Southern Cross.::The Dying Man: [slowly begins to speak Damiel's thoughts out loud. They speak together at first. Then, Damiel walks away, and only the Dying Man speaks] The Far East. The Great North. The Wild West. The Great Bear Lake. Tristan da Cunha. The Mississippi Delta. Stromboli. The old houses of Charlottenburg. Albert Camus. The morning light. The child's eyes. The swim in the waterfall. The spots of the first drops of rain. The sun. The bread and wine. Hopping. Easter. The veins of leaves. The blowing grass. The color of stones. The pebbles on the stream's bed. The white tablecloth outdoors. The dream of the house in the house. The dear one asleep in the next room. The peaceful Sundays. The horizon. The light from the room in the garden. The night flight. Riding a bicycle with no hands. The beautiful stranger. My father. My mother. My wife. My child.
Homer, the aged poet: What is wrong with peace that its inspiration doesn't endure?
Homer, the aged poet: Must I give up now? If I do give up, then mankind will lose its storyteller. And if mankind once loses its storyteller, then it will lose its childhood.
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In the late 2100s, the planet Gamilon, a world far beyond Earth's Solar System, declares war on all of Earth. The nations of Earth fight as one against the Gamilons, but one by one, Earth's fleets are defeated. When the nations of Earth refuse to surrender, Gamilon begins bombarding Earth with Planet Bombs, radioactive missiles that look like meteors, which gradually spread deadly radiation all over Earth, forcing what's left of humanity to retreat to underground cities. Queen Starsha of planet Iscandar contacts Earth and promises to provide Cosmo-DNA that can remove the radioactivity and restore Earth to beautiful life. She provides plans to an engine that will allow a brave, young group of technicians to journey more than a hundred thousand light-years to Iscandar, obtain the Cosmo-DNA, and return to Earth within one Earth year. In 2199, an old sea-going vessel is fitted with the awesome engine and launched toward Iscandar. Along the way, the intrepid crew must fight the Gamilons, who are determined to prevent the brave voyagers from saving Earth from extinction.
Keywords: anime, fighter-pilot, quest, space, space-carrier, space-war, spacecraft
We're off to outer space, we're leaving Mother Earth. To save the human race...
From the Vast Reaches of Outer Space to the Infinite Depths of the Human Heart.
Gamilon Leader Desslok: I can't stand a man who laughs at his own jokes.
Gamilon Leader Desslok: Go ahead. Fire it. Fire the gun. I've been most anxious to see what this great weapon of yours can do, so... fire the gun...
Mark Venture: But Doctor Sane, we don't know where we're going.::Doctor Sane: Most people don't.::Mark Venture: But I'm sure it's top secret and you shouldn't be here.::Doctor Sane: Everybody's got to be someplace.
IQ9: That's Doctor Sane. He's a little eccentric, about five degrees.
Captain Abraham Avatar: Doctor Sane, would you mind leaving me alone for a while?::[Doctor Sane hesitates, but then turns around and opens the cabin door to leave]::Captain Abraham Avatar: Doctor Sane?::[Doctor Sane stops in the doorway]::Captain Abraham Avatar: Thank you.::[Doctor Sane leaves and shuts the door behind him]
Captain Abraham Avatar: [watching Earth from space] I cannot bear to see what has become of Earth. Once green and growing with blue lakes and silver streams, great rivers and mighty seas - now all gone. Only dead and burning desert left. Radiation everywhere.::Narrator: In the year 2199, planet Earth was facing extinction. In the mid 21st century, the mysterious planet Gamilon, a planet outside our solar system, declared war on all of Earth. These evil marauders of space, known for their ruthless warfare throughout the galaxy, bombarded Earth with deadly planet bombs. The surface of Earth became unlivable. People could only survive by moving to underground cities, far below the Earth surface. There was no defence against the bombing. Nations of the world fought as one against the Gamilons, but one by one, Earth space fleets were defeated. The Gamilons demanded total surrender, but the Earth defence command refused, so the Gamilons continued their attack. Now another danger lurks: the deadly radiation pollution caused by the bombs covers the Earth, and soon even the underground cities will no longer be safe, as day by day the radiation sinks deeper into the Earth. Earth is now hopelessly contaminated. In a year's time, all lives on earth will be extinct. Now, one last desperate battle between the Earth defence fleet and the Gamilons is being fought near the planet Pluto. Earth has only one space battleship left, commanded by Captain Avatar.::Captain Abraham Avatar: This battleship alone, against such an evil as the Gamilons, we stand between them and Earth. We must prevail. We are Earth's last defence. Here at Pluto, we must make our stand!
Pilot: A message from the Gamilon ship, sir: "Earth fleet, we advise you to surrender now". What shall I tell them?::Captain Abraham Avatar: Tell them they're idiots!::Pilot: What?::Captain Abraham Avatar: I said - idiots!::Pilot: This is the Earth flag ship 225. Our answer: idiots! Over.
[first lines of season 1 episodes]::Narrator: In the year 2199, Earth was under severe attack from the mysterious planet Gamilon. Gamilon planet bombs covered the Earth with radioactive pollution, and as a result, in one year's time Earth will be unlivable. But on the planet Iscandar there is a machine that can remove the radioactivity. Queen Starsha offers it to the people of Earth. A team of Star Blazers called the Star Force undertakes the perilous journey. But can the Star Force travel 148,000 light years and back in just one Earth year?
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Jonathan Demme directs this joyous unrelentlessly kitchy celebration of 50's America: opportunity, rock'n'roll, and the road. He follows three generations of women and the men they pick up, for a crime spree from California to the old family homestead in Arkansas.
Keywords: 1950s, arkansas, bank-robbery, car-chase, cross-country, dirt-bike, family-relationships, foreclosure, goodyear-blimp, independent-film
In 1957 Cheryl Drove Her Mom's Chevy on a Heavy Date: Got Knocked Up, Knocked Over a Bank, Smashed Four Police Cars, and Kidnapped Her Stepfather. It Was a Crazy Year!
They shot her father, killed off her man, stole her land. She became the ... [video cover]
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This is the story of a black man who has been elected sheriff in a U.S. southern county, due to the vote of blacks. He receives a huge amount of hostility from the non-tolerant white establishment, making his job very hard. The white former sheriff has his own struggle, as he balances his devotion to the law with his family and community relations. Things come to a head when the black sheriff puts a white man, the son of a wealthy land-owner of a neighboring county, in jail, and his daddy comes after him. Everyone around has to decide where their values really lie.
Keywords: accident, african-american, arrest, automobile-accident, black-american, black-cop, black-man, blaxploitation, community, election
A black sheriff on the way up. A white sheriff on the way out.
Two men with nothing in common but the hate that surrounds them.
A town turns into a time-bomb.
Listen, boy! Any black man that runs for sheriff down here in Colusa County should have his head examined. Before the coroner does it for him
What happens in a Southern town when law and order is in the hands of a black man?
Jimmy Price: What's going on back there?::Black Deputy: Police brutality.
[Last lines]::John Little: Come next November, I'm going to run your legs off.::Jimmy Price: I'm not going to stand for Sheriff next year::John Little: Why not?::Jimmy Price: My brother, he's going to run for Sheriff. [pause] I'm going to run for Mayor.
Intro: dj rell nigga. one thing bout it, u kepp da shiit real cuz n da bullshiit will fall, atlanta we stack, ask real niggaz u bitch niggaz like give da fukq bout u
(Chorus)
Blow ha, towe ha, diamonds look like rover, big ass circle diamond chain same size of a doughnut, bolder-crest nigga with da same bella of proma, ballin super strong, I bet 2 time ball like homer.x2
{verse}1
Diamond color diamond, burnets don't be shinnin, step inside my house, my house is da same size of a mountain. money steady runnin, so we fix it like a fountain, atlanta zoo chain on da symbol is a flacon. slidin on diz eight, boi am high just like a falcon, brought my fisrt car turn birdview dragon, I'm heavy in da game all diz niggaz dey was slackin, keep da heater on me for dem niggaz who is jackin, cockaine traptivity like hiker our package, give da bitch da fruity but I also did da package.now I do show getttin money on da balcony.hater suk my dick and ur bitch can catch da backhand...
(Chorus)
Blow ha, towe ha, diamonds look like rover, big ass circle diamond chain same size of a doughnut, boulder-crest nigga with da same bella of proma, ballin super strong, I bet 2 time ball like homer.x2
{verse 2}
Krispy green charm, bitch look at my arm, I'm texaco shawty and da bushes hold my bums, and if u touch da mothafuker 4, 5 for alarm, I'm just like one dollar boi am super strong, and I didn't take no ana ana... I did diz on my own, with pirates n da headbeater in my momma home, so every monday come around I throw my momma bums, my bag 2 tie bal head mowlin super strong, boulder-crest nigga plus a balle put me on, dats y I scream da crest dawg every time is on, I'm stupid guapamoli n my pistol mi a long, and I did caught ur men say he love me daady lon.
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One shot goes out the park
Well I been waitin' a year for this
And jumpin high, a few pounds light
My daddy reached out and he gave me a kiss
Georgie waitin’ in the wings
I seen him runnin' with a dog or two
Knee high, with a gleam in his eye
Surely kid I’ll sign it for you
Just a little more
She'd've been a homer
Just a little more
She'd've been a homer
Just a little more
She'd've been a homer
Just a little more
She'd've been...
My Daddy met Johnny U.
He said "Man you're too good for Baltimore"
And one of the greats, that’s the one who waits
So meet me later at the locker room door
Meet me later at the locker room door
Meet me later at the locker room
Meet me later at the locker room door
Meet me later at the locker room door
Meet me later at the locker room door
Just a little more
She'd've been a homer
With just a little more
She'd've been a homer
But just a little more
She'd've been a homer
Just a little more...
Momma won't drive me home
she says
walk home in the rain
says
brag about your fame on the block
clouds of soggy people
shooting people
shooting brain across my brain, again
again
again
yankee go home to your home 'cuz you're home
rasta go home to your home and you call it home
rhyming go?
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