The term "native" can have many different social and political connotations in different contexts. In some cases it is a neutral, descriptive term, for example, when stating that one is a native of a particular city or that a certain language is one's native language. However, in the context of colonialism—in particular, British colonialism—the term "natives", as applied to the inhabitants of colonies, assumed a disparaging and patronising sense, implying that the people concerned were incapable of taking care of themselves and in need of Europeans to administer their lives;[citation needed] therefore, these people resent the use of the term and consider it insulting, and at present English speakers usually avoid using it. This connotation has also led to controversy over the preference of the terms Native American or American Indians, though this controversy has resulted in either term being acceptable to most American Indians. And in the context of Nativism, in some periods a potent political force, "natives" are defined as a (predominantly white) group deserving of a special privileged position in comparison to immigrants.
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2052. The Brother of Mars Corporation sponsors the hunting of humans for sport in a bleak future. Corporate employee Morgan Farber finds himself being forced into the game as one of the hunted after he speaks out against it. To better his chances of survival, Farber forms an uneasy alliance with a primitive tribe known as the Garbage People.
Man is the Game, Survival is the rules.
Let the Games Begin
The Future Sucks
UNTAMED! UNASHAMED! SAVAGE ANIMAL WORSHIP!
STRANGE EMOTIONS!
POWERFUL! DARING!
Which will be her mate... MAN or BEAST?
MEET VELDA. The Kind of Woman Man or Gorilla would Kill... To Keep
When she LOVED she knew NO SHAME... An amazing story of a primitive woman whose only weapon against man or beast - - - was LOVE.
Naked Fury -- Primitive -- Uncensored!
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Early in the 19th century, a young American is sent, with a seaman bodyguard, to Tripilo to buy the freedom of American sailors held as hostages by the Pasha. The ransom gold is stolen from him by Francesca, who is in love with the Pasha's brother, who has plans to lead a revolt against the Pasha. The latter, however, learns of the plot and has Francesca jailed, She is rescued by the young American and the seaman. Then she learns that the Pasha's brother, her sweetheart she thought, plans to sell her and the Americans to a neighboring chieftain in return for aid to the revolt.
Keywords: 1800s, 19th-century, american, arab, betrayal, brother, cafe, camel, captive, damsel-in-distress
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Pete Johnson and Harvey D. Garvey, two inept magicians on tour in the Middle Eastern kingdom of Barabeeha, help disenfranchised young Prince Ramo regain his throne from his devious Uncle Nimativ, who uses two magical hypnotic rings and ruthless methods to maintain his power. By posing as Hollywood talent scouts the boys break out of a dank dungeon with a deranged derelict, evade palace guards, elude the palace executioner, and avoid detection in the forbidden royal harem.
Keywords: abbott-and-costello, acrobat, american-abroad, applause, arab, bullwhip, cafe, camel, campfire, caravan
A Show That Chases the Blues From Start to Finish!
Were You Ever In a Harem? WOW!
Music! Maidens! Merriment!
MEET THE SHEIKS IN NIGHTSHIRTS! (original print ad - all caps)
TWO ARABIAN KNIGHTS! (original print ad - all caps)
THEY'RE NUTTIER THAN EVER! (original print ad - all caps)
The Derelict: Pokomoko! Slowly I turn, step by step...
Harvey Garvey: Have you a reservation here?::Jailer and clerk: No.::Harvey Garvey: Then I have to take my business someplace else. [he starts to leave but is restrained by guards] I changed my mind. I'll take the room.::Jailer and clerk: What's your name?::Harvey Garvey: Harvey D. Garvey.::Jailer and clerk: Where born?::Harvey Garvey: Under a sink.::Jailer and clerk: How do you know?::Harvey Garvey: I heard the water runnin'.
Peter Johnson: You love her? [laughs derisively] Oh, come on, you wouldn't get to first base with a beautiful girl like that.::Harvey Garvey: Yes, I would.::Peter Johnson: Did you ever take a good look in the mirror?::Harvey Garvey: No.::Peter Johnson: Why not?::Harvey Garvey: Why should I hurt my own feelings?::Peter Johnson: Never mind!
Prince Ramo: [from inside his jail cell] Don't worry! I'll get you out!::Peter Johnson: [being locked up in a nearby cell] Who's gonna get YOU out?
Harvey Garvey: Do I have to especially go now?::Peter Johnson: You just split an infinitive!::Harvey Garvey: Well, I mean that... [feeling his own rear end] Does it show?
The Derelict: I know a secret passage that will take us out.::Harvey Garvey: Swell!::The Derelict: [to Harvey] Shhh!::Harvey Garvey: [to Pete] Shhh!::Peter Johnson: [whispering] Go ahead.::The Derelict: Follow me.::Peter Johnson: Go ahead - follow him.::Harvey Garvey: Okay.::Peter Johnson: [impatiently] Go ahead.::The Derelict: Where are you taking me?
The Derelict: Quiet! People will think you're crazy.::Harvey Garvey: Oh, and I suppose you're all right?::The Derelict: Of course!::Harvey Garvey: Of course?::The Derelict: I have a brother who is crazy - [screaming] but I'm all right!::Harvey Garvey: [gasping] Who told you?::The Derelict: My brother!::Harvey Garvey: That does it, brother!
The Derelict: Gentleman... He called me a gentleman! Thank you.::The Derelict: [to Pete] Thank you.::Peter Johnson: That's all right.::The Derelict: Those are the first kind words I've heard in years. You see i always haven;t been a derelict... [pointing to Harvey] like you!::Harvey Garvey: Hey, now, don't call me those kind of bad names.::The Derelict: Would you like to hear my story?::Harvey Garvey: No.::The Derelict: Very well, then I'll tell it to you.
Peter Johnson: We've got to outsmart Uncle Nimativ. You go in and outwit him.::Harvey Garvey: Why should I go out with him? I'm afraid of that man!::Peter Johnson: Not to go out with him. Go in and outwit him.::Harvey Garvey: Why should I go in and go out wth him? I mean, he don't appeal to me!
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Sir Arthur Blake has inherited title and lands from his brother. He also has his orphaned nephew Benjamin working for him as a bonded servant. While he believes the lad was born out of wedlock and so cannot claim the inheritance, he is taking no chances. Benjamin eventually rebels against his uncle and sets sail to try and make his fortune. This may enable him to return to prove his claim to being the rightful heir to the estate.
Keywords: barrister, based-on-novel, blindness, bonded-servant, character-name-in-title, compass, costumer, court, drumming, drums
The Story of Benjamin Blake
Bold Swooping Tremendous Adventure!
Sir Arthur Blake: How would you like to live with me at Breetham? A gunsmith's forge is no place for a Blake. Plague take me, you have the blood if you were born on the wrong side of the blanket! You'll be brought up as a gentleman.
Sir Arthur Blake: Have you ever fought with your fists, Ben?::Benjamin Blake: Yes.::Sir Arthur Blake: I don't mean vulgar scuffling in the stables. I mean the rules of the prize ring.::Benjamin Blake: No, sir.::Sir Arthur Blake: Take off your coat, and your education will begin. [as Ben is removing his coat, Sir Arthur suddenly punches him to the ground] Your first lesson - Never be taken unawares!
Benjamin Blake: [Seeing sailing ship approach] This time is no derelict; Eve...::Eve: You will go! If you stay out of pity, I will throw myself in sea.::Benjamin Blake: Eve!::Eve: I can only be happy if you are happy.
Eve: [raising fork up inside her fist] What's this?::Benjamin Blake: It's to eat with.::Benjamin Blake: [seeing Eve fail to pick up any food] [laughs] No, no, no; like this.::Eve: [failing to pick up food again, at Ben laughing] Why?::Benjamin Blake: Go on, try again!::Eve: No; I am too stup'!::Benjamin Blake: No, perhaps I am the one that's stupid. [looks at utensils] These things have no place here.
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Jim Conway, who works on a South American rubber plantation, leaves to meet a girl from the United States whom he is to marry. But he receives a telegram from her telling him she has married someone else. He goes to a waterfront café where he meets a singer, Joan Madison, and tells her his troubles. He asks her to marry him and return to the plantation with him using the name of the girl he was to marry. This strikes her as a great idea as she is a wanted fugitive.
Keywords: amazon, amazon-river, based-on-novel, bride, detective, drunkenness, employer-employee-relationship, false-accusation, father-son-relationship, fistfight
Jim Conwoy: What's the idea of taking me to a tailor like that?::Tito: I knew him long time ago when he was a butcher.::Jim Conwoy: He still *is!*
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Steve is a shy quiet man who is an executive for a shipping firm. He meets Dot at the Opera where she had his seats and the next day she shows up as his temporary secretary. Then Coffee Cup comes to town to see Dot, his gal. When Steven is with Cecilia, everything is boring. When he is with Dot and Coffee Cup, everything is exciting and he falls for Dot. But Coffee is getting out of the Navy in a few days and he plans to marry Dot.
Keywords: childbirth, dance-hall, engagement, family-relationships, fistfight, happy-birthday-to-you, love-triangle, mafia, mother-daughter-relationship, motorcycle
Anchors Aweigh FOR A GOB AND THE SEASON'S MOST HILARIOUS GAGS! (original ad - mostly caps)
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A young South Seas native boy is sent to the U.S. for his education, returns to his island after his father dies to try to stop a revolution.
Keywords: active-volcano, arranged-marriage, ash, aunt, aunt-niece-relationship, bare-chested-male, based-on-play, bathrobe, catastrophe, cousin
Pagan love - in an exotic, exciting tropic paradise!
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Carl Denham needs to finish his movie and has the perfect location; Skull Island. But he still needs to find a leading lady. This 'soon-to-be-unfortunate' soul is Ann Darrow. No one knows what they will encounter on this island and why it is so mysterious, but once they reach it, they will soon find out. Living on this hidden island is a giant gorilla and this beast now has Ann is it's grasps. Carl and Ann's new love, Jack Driscoll must travel through the jungle looking for Kong and Ann, whilst avoiding all sorts of creatures and beasts.
Keywords: 1930s, abduction, actor, actress, air-raid, air-strike, airplane, airplane-accident, altar, animal-attack
A Monster of Creation's Dawn Breaks Loose in Our World Today!
The Most Amazing Show On Any Screen ! Adventure to make you wonder if it's TRUE . . . while your very eyes convince you that it IS !
The Most Awesome Thriller Of All Time
Out-leaping the maddest imaginings! Out-thrilling the wildest thrills!
The strangest story ever conceived by man.
Carl Denham: [Kong frantically shakes his chains] Hey, wait a minute, wait a minute; he thinks you're attacking the girl...::Reporter: Aw, let him roar, it's a swell picture...
Carl Denham: [warning Jack about women] Some big, hardboiled egg gets a look at a pretty face and bang, he cracks up and goes sappy!
[Captain translates Native Chief's comments on Ann Darrow]::Captain Englehorn: He says, "Look at the golden woman."::Carl Denham: Yeah, blondes are scarce around here.
[Kong has been knocked out by gas bombs]::Carl Denham: Why, the whole world will pay to see this.::Captain Englehorn: No chains will ever hold that.::Carl Denham: We'll give him more than chains. He's always been king of his world, but we'll teach him fear. We're millionaires, boys. I'll share it with all of you. Why, in a few months, it'll be up in lights on Broadway: Kong, the Eighth Wonder of the World.
Carl Denham: And now, ladies and gentlemen, before I tell you any more, I'm going to show you the greatest thing your eyes have ever beheld. He was a king and a god in the world he knew, but now he comes to civilization merely a captive - a show to gratify your curiosity. Ladies and gentlemen, look at Kong, the Eighth Wonder of the World.
Carl Denham: Don't be alarmed, ladies and gentlemen. Those chains are made of chrome steel.
[last lines]::Police Lieutenant: Well, Denham, the airplanes got him.::Carl Denham: Oh no, it wasn't the airplanes. It was beauty killed the beast.
Carl Denham: [after discovering a huge footprint of Kong] Keep those guns cocked.::Crew member: He's tellin' us.::Crew member: I'd hate to have that thing wrapped around me.
Theatre Patron: Say, what is it, anyhow?::Theatre Patron: I hear it's a kind of a gorilla.::Theatre Patron: Gee - ain't we got enough of them in New York?
Charlie: [after finding a native bracelet on the deck of the ship] All hand on deck! Everybody on deck! Everybody on deck! All hand on deck! Everybody on deck! Everybody on deck!
The August sun's heat held closely
We set out with minds aligned with time
Our bridges were fresh and sturdy
With kinship our story has written itself
September brought leaves and distance
we set out with arms conjoined like chains
When one fell the motion kept forward
Blank chapters now filled with verses
October we broke all our verses for conflict
A conflict that steals the heart from the mind
We branch out like birds that have fled from the nest
A week's miles has power to destroy a bond
November brought cold air but wheels kept moving
Another concrete trail with lines moving west
Arrival is late but in time for learning
A new bright light breaks out from the fog
Months fly by without much conversing
Our mindsets assured in our words
July's sun brought new warmth to shoulders
One late night has mended our wounds
Seasons change with hours
Climates are brave in towns
Voices ring like church bells
Our words stand with time
In winter our arms form new links made strong
Blank chapters now filled with verse
These verses show readers the pictures of history
To write with eyes painting a picture.
Our minds are tapped with finest of wires.
Our time becomes a clone of the public.
A match erases the last of fingerprints.
In cellars we're printing while ears laced with carbon watch closely.
Our minds are tied tightly with strings held like kites.
No rescue is seen without loss of comfort.
Wind chimes warn us of northern intruders.
We can't see land that is lost in the distance.
Wars are raging in pastures beside us.
Doorways that were once left open are closed.
Rise, take thanks for creation.
We side with those who are humble.
Nights where handshakes were fluent,
With knives we'll study the blueprints.
Rise, take thanks for creation.
We'll side with those who are humble.
We'll hide our knives in cloaks made out of smirks.
We plagiarize thinking.
Rise, take bows for conception.
They'll side with those unassuming.
We'll breathe the air of another one's lungs.
We'll hinder the growing.
Words twined with spite have surfaced despite grave endeavor.
Windows give insight to our hope, not what tongues deliver.
Nights spend riding behind the wheel of travels.
These lips are chapped, distorted words.
Excuses, oh my, my conscious!
Acceptance. My sorrow's their humor.
This face, that face.
The paint has gone dry but I'll still paint.
This blank canvas wins the spotlight.
Buy the attention, sell disposition.
How can't you see, that there is a curb?
From basement to basement attention's neglected.
Thoughts of livings based solely on incomes from hunting our interest are discussed.
All for one agreed cause, nothing can change the former.
Winds bring new tidings, old words are stale.
Voice brings new versions of concepts turned promise.
(Mind brings new consequences, we stand uncompromised)
We're blind to singing songs; we're deaf to sarcastic tongues.
Handshakes that were once warm are covered with gloves of fog.
Our thoughts and miles erased by the ink of a pen.
Let's buy stock in ourselves it's thriving.
Branches and footsteps blown over by wind from a lung.
Eleven; folders filled with
paper, green will flood.
Thirteen; coal black nights with
laughter, trusting tongues.
Fifteen; cement ponds and
car rides, paths have crossed.
Nineteen; boxes filled with
IDs, green is lost.
I've been, exchanging, thoughts with, a new wind.
(this is, growing. this is, changing)
This basement confides my end of the rope.
Wave at the cancer, it's hiding in gray smoke.
The red glass spills, and brings forth the ghost.
The gold on this bracelet's as true as its host.
(the ink on this hand's as true as its host.
We're planted, we form together and bloom.
It's green lives, with shades of blue, resign.
We grow up, and then we change,
and then we'll explain, and then we'll change, we die.
Lakes gone dry, basements filled.
With friends, come contracts.
This fame is boughten.
Patrons are unripe, a year's what keeps them.
The trees with same rings, grin with their limbs.
Approval, like satire, the roots are unread.
The trees, with same rings, are turning their heads.
Hand me statistics! (to keep my worth warm)
Make me a medal (concocted with falseness)
It's building the firmness.
Action! Enactment!
Can't fool the wise, this crowd is transparent.
Sharp on, the outside.
From winter to summer the climates like costumes
We paint them depending n spirit
With calmness we push on revealing the boldness we've disguised blankets of distrust
We sleep through the tension
Take reign and strive
We'll hold you close
Our years grow long; our patience short
Daybreak; the light brings encounter
The arms shake
The trunk stays unbroken
It holds mood and drive
The arms lull, the tree holds
At nightfall the city brings discord
The blood halts
The muscles keep motion
With motive we surge
The blood flows
The eyes close
Remember the late nights?
School days augmented by visits from public.
Week days enhanced by surrounding bodies of kinship.
Sunday morning awoke the sun, bright bedrooms and kitchens.
Scents fade with growing years, pictures stained on my eyelids.
Late at night, we lie awake to talk of heroes and distance.
When alone and minutes drag, I'll rest assured we'll walk again.
While years run and dry up I'll swim in days of sun where legs walk on trails.
We'll explore, we'll break thoughts of boundaries.
The years slow and run out, we grasp for a last night where days are remembered.
We'll let go, we'll take on the distance.
Our distance has broken.
Ruins collected like trinkets will hang calmly from mantles.
Like tombstones they'll sing.
Mourn for those who move on and leave us behind.
We're past lives, we're memories, we're ghosts.
Wear black for spirits who leave here and move to new hives.
This glass is a safe holding my age
Rip off the fake nails and follow the tracks of the deep up ahead
Barley preserved the age of my skin
Pick up your feet and follow the steps of the sheep up ahead
Your mindset is read like a forecast in newsprint
This fiction is your purpose
Existence
Our age group exceeds us: our efforts prestigious
Writing with the lead of legend
Changing all the fact to fiction (Why can't we sing?)
Breathe a night without gray light?
Brag about a sober moment?
Hold a hand with honest intent?
Walk a line with great preciseness?
Remember our thoughts and promises?
Take a pill with honest reasons?
Twelve months waiting for new light of sight, eyes blurring
Pictures giving eyes of insight new context
Artists in lead fight for ink while writers at work smudge the page
Fathers bleed fairly insuring their senescence
Morality
That winning smile, there’s nothing to hide.
Going down, but sweeter coming up.
Look at those eyes! Those ears! that mouth!
If third times a charm,
Wake up! Our limbs are shaking in face of a probability.
You arms reaching through miles to rest the unrest, to quell the darkness.
Wake up! Our hands are building a bridge of complete immunity.
Our words breaking through blindness to change the face of the word of friendship.
Last night I wrote a new fable based on the vigor of lions.
Last night I ate at the table and listened to stories of courage.
We strive to seem impassive but this newscast has shaken.
Arms stretch for miles and miles.
Our blood has been thin and this day is cutting.
Our thoughts reach out like a phone line.
Although hours break us we still bleed the same.
Books soaked with the words describing the nights that we rewrote time.
Drives where death was cheated, roads turn to thoughts, we hold them.
I'm a native to this land
Grew up on the same ground
Where my fathers took their stand
I'm a native to this land
I'm a native to your hand
I was made to rest inside them
When I've labored all I can
I'm a native to your hand
And I am with you now, finally
I am with you now, finally
I am with you now
And I will always be
You're a native to this land
You're the only one I know
Who'll ever understand
You're a native to this land
And I am with you now, finally
I am with you now, finally
I am with you now
And I will always be
I'm a native to your love
There was never such a face
As yours I'm dreaming of
I'm a native to your love
You and I walking on
Together hand in hand
In to the setting sun
You and I walking on
And I am with you now, finally
I am with you now, finally
I am with you now
I guess this is what it's supposed to feel like
No we don't talk, no we don't talk, we don't talk anymore.
I guess this is what it's supposed to sound like
The universe, the universe, universe is torn.
I don't want to live without you
I can live without you half the day, heeeay hey
I don't want to live without you
And put life off for another day
Hey-hey yeah hey-hey yeeeah
Chorus:
But I can't stop
Thinking about... thinking about us
Anymore oooh oh
I said I can't stop
Thinking about... thinking about us
Anymore ooh oh
I said I can't stop... no
Thinking about... thinking about this
Anymore ooh oh
And all I've got... uuuh
Is nothing I want
Anymore ooh oh
No I never get used to silence
But I don't hear, no I don't hear
I don't hear you anymore.
I know I had to look hard to find it
Everything, everything,
Everything is gone.
I don't want to live without you
And put life off for another day
Hey-hey yeah hey-hey yeeeah
Repeat Chorus
I can see stars, I can see our lives in a self destructing lane,
I can see stars, I can see lights... shining here.
Repeat Chorus
Uuuh uuuh uuuh uuuh.
Face meets a face, and hand strains the throat.
Vocal chords sway like the waves on a boat.
So write down a lie, and dress it with care,
As slander burns red in your face like a flare.
Gunshots fly, blue bleeds red.
Coroner's breath, rip out the page.
If third times a charm, then why not the fourth?
Let's broadcast these lies from the south to the north!
Hand strains the throat,
Utter the words,
That make you the same,
that make waters rage.
Hand strains the throat,
Utter the words,
That make him the same,
that make waters rage.
Drink the, ivy.
Bitter, envy.
Break the sound with hammers.
Wake the deaf with picures.
Now we pause for silence,