The Aztec people were certain ethnic groups of central Mexico, particularly those groups who spoke the Nahuatl language and who dominated large parts of Mesoamerica from the 14th to 16th centuries. "Aztec" (Nahuatl pronunciation: [astekaʔ]) is the Nahuatl word for "people from Aztlan", a mythological place for the Nahuatl-speaking culture of the time, and later adopted as the word to define the Mexica people. Often the term "Aztec" refers exclusively to the Mexica people of Tenochtitlan (now the location of Mexico City), situated on an island in Lake Texcoco, who referred to themselves as Mexica Tenochca or Colhua-Mexica.
Sometimes the term also includes the inhabitants of Tenochtitlan's two principal allied city-states, the Acolhuas of Texcoco and the Tepanecs of Tlacopan, who together with the Mexica formed the Aztec Triple Alliance which controlled what is often known as "the Aztec Empire". In other contexts, Aztec may refer to all the various city states and their peoples, who shared large parts of their ethnic history and cultural traits with the Mexica, Acolhua and Tepanecs, and who often also used the Nahuatl language as a lingua franca. In this meaning it is possible to talk about an Aztec civilization including all the particular cultural patterns common for most of the peoples inhabiting Central Mexico in the late postclassic period.
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The misadventures of a quick-witted self-proclaimed know it all (Lefty) and his, the world owes me something in a big way, friend (Merde). The story takes place 3-months after these two lie to win an Extreme Home Makeover smack dab in the middle of a non-posh town! Not really knowing the ramifications that go along with having such a nice dwelling and what it takes to keep the house running on all cylinders; these two imbeciles try and do anything possible to keep the lights on, which are including but not limited to...engineering a cult, bamboozling anybody and everybody for sex, drugs, money, social status, personal entertainment and last but not least, s&gs; ! No ethnic group or race will be spared of a thrashing on this program, that's a fact! They try to accomplish a feat that many have tried but few have succeeded in, which is, to do things really good without really doing anything at all!
Keywords: alcohol, alcoholic, arrogance, bad-behavior, best-friend, black-comedy, childhood-friend, cigarette-smoking, classical-art, crazy-humor
Two Broke Guys
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Stereomongrel is a ten minute experimental film which explores the effects of two disparate worlds colliding. Witnessed through the eyes of a gifted twelve year old girl, high and low culture clash in the neutral battle field of a museum. Filmed in Super 35 mm, Stereomongrel style can be described as "hyper, supra, and marvelous real," through the use of 3-D animation, stop-motion animation, and highly choreographed tableaux or set pieces. Genres that are blended and tweaked by this uniquely hybridized film include psychological/supernatural thrillers, Italian horror movies from the 70s and 80s, and the unattainable ideals - both physical and economic - found in hip-hop music videos and fashion magazines.
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In the bourgeois circles of Europe after the Great War, can anything save the modern man? Harry Haller, a solitary intellectual, has all his life feared his dual nature of being human and being a beast. He's decided to die on his 50th birthday, which is soon. He's rescued from his solipsism by the mysterious Hermine, who takes him dancing, introduces him to jazz and to the beautiful and whimsical Maria, and guides him into the hallucinations of the Magic Theater, which seem to take him into Hell. Can humor, sin, and derision lead to salvation?
Keywords: based-on-book, based-on-novel, classical-music, dance-lesson, dancing, death, female-nudity, independent-film, jazz-musician, kiss
Hermine: O, Harry, you *are* an idiot!
Pablo: There is a light within. You need only to step out of your own shadows to see it.
Pablo: All humor is gallows humor.
[first lines]::Harry Haller: The day went by just as days go by. I killed it in accordance with my primitive and withdrawn way of life. I worked for an hour or two, had pains, took some opium and lay in a hot bath for two hours. Was glad when the pains consented to disappear. All in all it wasn't exactly a day of rapture. Perhaps the time is come to follow the example of Adalbert Stifter: a fatal accident while shaving...
Pablo: Learn what is to be taken seriously, and to laugh at the rest!
Goethe: Oh, no wonder you're so grouchy, if you're going to take Time seriously. There is no Time in Eternity. Only a moment. Just time for a joke!
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Spain, 1518: young caballero Pedro De Vargas offends his sadistic neighbor De Silva, who just happens to be an officer of the Inquisition. Forced to flee, Pedro, friend Juan Garcia, and adoring servant girl Catana join Cortez' first expedition to Mexico. Arriving in the rich new land, Cortez decides to switch from exploration to conquest...with only 500 men. Embroiled in continuous adventures and a romantic interlude, Pedro almost forgets he has a deadly enemy...
Keywords: 1510s, 16th-century, alcoholic, aztec-indian, based-on-novel, beach, caballero, carrack, catholic, cauterization
Master of Women's Hearts . . . . . . . Conqueror of a New World.
My sword shall make a new world . . . your kiss will make it paradise !
Master of women's hearts!
Conqueror of a New World!
Here is the full surge of conquest of gold and empire!
Pedro De Vargas: [reacting to the torture of his sister] I'll confess anything if you'll just release her!::Don Francisco De Vargas: No! Do not save her by a lie! Silva, if you do this thing, look to your own soul!
Jail guard: Senor el Supremo, the girl is dead!::Diego De Silva: You bumbling fools! Have you no skill in your craft?
Father Bartolome Romero: God's love is a heavy burden.
Juan Escudero: Believe me, gentlemen, a lame goat takes no siesta. If something's got to be done, do it.
Pedro De Vargas: [finding Botello lying on the ground] Botello, what happened?::Prof. Botello: [groans] What misery! I'm lucky to be alive! Oh, my poor head!::Pedro De Vargas: But what happened?::Prof. Botello: You won't tell on me, Pedro lad?::Pedro De Vargas: Of course not!::Prof. Botello: I was just taking a stroll with one of those Indian ladies - ugly as sin, of course, color of mud, but charming, dear boy, charming.::Pedro De Vargas: You know the penalty for touching an Indian!::Prof. Botello: Now, now, Pedro, you know orders don't apply to a cockroach like me.
Prof. Botello: Even my skill cannot defeat the will of God, but I've stopped the bleeding. You'll have to admit it's a well-sealed wound!
Coatl: I think of what you do for me in Spain. I think I speak to you now. Maybe I understand better why you come here. This is my country, senor. These are my people, my gods. We not come tell you to stop loving your gods. We not come to make you slaves. Why do you do this, senor?::Pedro De Vargas: Well, I'm afraid I haven't any answer for that. It isn't right for men to worship idols. There's only one true God.::Coatl: Maybe your God and my God same God. Maybe we just call him by different names.
[last lines]::Hernando Cortez: Gentlemen, this time last year we were fighting mosquitos in swamps, accepting paltry gifts, and half-starving. But now we stand knocking at the very door of the great Emporer Moctezuma. We shall meet with His Majesty face-to-face - have done with ambassadors and specks of gold. This, gentlemen, is just the beginning!
Plot
Spain, 1518: young caballero Pedro De Vargas offends his sadistic neighbor De Silva, who just happens to be an officer of the Inquisition. Forced to flee, Pedro, friend Juan Garcia, and adoring servant girl Catana join Cortez' first expedition to Mexico. Arriving in the rich new land, Cortez decides to switch from exploration to conquest...with only 500 men. Embroiled in continuous adventures and a romantic interlude, Pedro almost forgets he has a deadly enemy...
Keywords: 1510s, 16th-century, alcoholic, aztec-indian, based-on-novel, beach, caballero, carrack, catholic, cauterization
Master of Women's Hearts . . . . . . . Conqueror of a New World.
My sword shall make a new world . . . your kiss will make it paradise !
Master of women's hearts!
Conqueror of a New World!
Here is the full surge of conquest of gold and empire!
Pedro De Vargas: [reacting to the torture of his sister] I'll confess anything if you'll just release her!::Don Francisco De Vargas: No! Do not save her by a lie! Silva, if you do this thing, look to your own soul!
Jail guard: Senor el Supremo, the girl is dead!::Diego De Silva: You bumbling fools! Have you no skill in your craft?
Father Bartolome Romero: God's love is a heavy burden.
Juan Escudero: Believe me, gentlemen, a lame goat takes no siesta. If something's got to be done, do it.
Pedro De Vargas: [finding Botello lying on the ground] Botello, what happened?::Prof. Botello: [groans] What misery! I'm lucky to be alive! Oh, my poor head!::Pedro De Vargas: But what happened?::Prof. Botello: You won't tell on me, Pedro lad?::Pedro De Vargas: Of course not!::Prof. Botello: I was just taking a stroll with one of those Indian ladies - ugly as sin, of course, color of mud, but charming, dear boy, charming.::Pedro De Vargas: You know the penalty for touching an Indian!::Prof. Botello: Now, now, Pedro, you know orders don't apply to a cockroach like me.
Prof. Botello: Even my skill cannot defeat the will of God, but I've stopped the bleeding. You'll have to admit it's a well-sealed wound!
Coatl: I think of what you do for me in Spain. I think I speak to you now. Maybe I understand better why you come here. This is my country, senor. These are my people, my gods. We not come tell you to stop loving your gods. We not come to make you slaves. Why do you do this, senor?::Pedro De Vargas: Well, I'm afraid I haven't any answer for that. It isn't right for men to worship idols. There's only one true God.::Coatl: Maybe your God and my God same God. Maybe we just call him by different names.
[last lines]::Hernando Cortez: Gentlemen, this time last year we were fighting mosquitos in swamps, accepting paltry gifts, and half-starving. But now we stand knocking at the very door of the great Emporer Moctezuma. We shall meet with His Majesty face-to-face - have done with ambassadors and specks of gold. This, gentlemen, is just the beginning!
We traveled through this land a thousand years ago
We were the first to see the purple skies
I wondered round the desert in a mask of gold
I left a thousand things for you to find
I left my home where your houses stand
I left my gold where your highways ran
I lived my life on what you call your land
I left my soul in the aztec sand
The days grow long the nights are getting warmer
The rains are few beneath the blazing sun
Traveling fathers finding little water
The time has come when we must play this world
I left my home where your houses stand
I left my gold where your highways ran
I lived my life on what you call your land
I left my soul in the aztec sand
Round and round
Our lifetime goes
Where does it end
Someone must know
I've got a family now but you wouldn't know them
They're beaten down so hard they can hardly stand
We used to live so brave so free like an eagle
Now they make us live like a crippled man
I left my home where your houses stand
I left my gold where your highways ran
I lived my life on what you call your land
We traveled through this land a thousand years ago
We were the first to see the purple skies
I wondered round the desert in a mask of gold
I left a thousand things for you to find
I left my home where your houses stand
I left my gold where your highways ran
I lived my life on what you call your land
I left my soul in the Aztec sand
The days grow long the nights are getting warmer
The rains are few beneath the blazing sun
Traveling fathers finding little water
The time has come when we must play this world
I left my home where your houses stand
I left my gold where your highways ran
I lived my life on what you call your land
I left my soul in the Aztec sand
Round and round
Our lifetime goes
Where does it end
Someone must know
I've got a family now but you wouldn't know them
They're beaten down so hard they can hardly stand
We used to live so brave so free like an eagle
Now they make us live like a crippled man
I left my home where your houses stand
I left my gold where your highways ran
I lived my life on what you call your land
I left my soul in the Aztec sand