Libby may refer to:
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When party-girl Nora is forced to move back home with her aging father, it seems life can't get any worse. But inside her childhood home, the ghosts of her past continue to haunt her, until the secret she has buried for so long is finally revealed.
Sometimes redemption is found in the darkest places
Based on true events. Probably.
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A short film about a young girl living with her dysfunctional mother. Molly awakes on the morning of her birthday to hear her mother arguing with her boyfriend. when mum begins to drink heavily, Molly attempts to escape her difficult home life with unexpected consequences.
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Tale of the passions and perils of love in all its forms. Five unique short films that focus on the lives of a group of beautiful yet troubled twenty-somethings, this compilation explores the dark heart of romance, the secrets we can never tell and the heartache it can cause. Battling temptation and the pull of seduction, the fight for love can never be easy.
Keywords: 5-stories, ampersand-in-title, anthology, love, mistrust, obsession, relationship, seduction, trust, twenty-something
If you just take a little chance...
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Best-selling novelist Paul Sheldon is on his way home from his Colorado hideaway after completing his latest book, when he crashes his car in a freak blizzard. Paul is critically injured, but is rescued by former nurse Annie Wilkes, Paul's "number one fan", who takes Paul back to her remote house in the mountains (without bothering to tell anybody). Unfortunately for Paul, Annie is also a headcase. When she discovers that Paul has killed off the heroine in her favorite novels, her reaction leaves Paul shattered (literally)...
Keywords: abduction, animal, anti-villain, attempted-escape, author, bad-girl, based-on-novel, based-on-the-works-of-stephen-king, basement, beating
This Christmas there will be... Misery.
The Tide Has Come.
Paul Sheldon used to write for a living. Now, he's writing to stay alive.
Annie Wilkes: What's the ceiling that Dago painted?::Paul Sheldon: The Sistine Chapel?
Annie Wilkes: It's the swearing, Paul. It has no nobility.::Paul Sheldon: These are slum kids, I was a slum kid. Everybody talks like that.::Annie Wilkes: THEY DO NOT! At the feedstore do I say, "Oh, now Wally, give me a bag of that F-in' pig feed, and a pound of that bitchly cow corn"? At the bank do I say, "Oh, Mrs. Malenger, here is one big bastard of a check, now give me some of your Christ-ing money!" THERE, LOOK THERE, NOW SEE WHAT YOU MADE ME DO!
Paul Sheldon: You know I never tasted meatloaf quite like this, what's your secret?::Annie Wilkes: My secret is, I always use fresh tomatoes, never canned. And to give it that extra zip, I mix a little Spam with the ground beef!::Paul Sheldon: Can't get this in a restaurant in New York.::Annie Wilkes: Oh, no.
Annie Wilkes: Anything else I can get for you while I am in town? How about a tiny tape recorder, or how about a homemade pair of writing slippers?::Paul Sheldon: No, just the paper would be fine.::Annie Wilkes: Are you sure? Because if you want I can bring back the whole store for you!::Paul Sheldon: Annie, what's the matter?::Annie Wilkes: WHAT'S THE MATTER? I will tell you "what's the matter!" I go out of my way for you! I do everything to try and make you happy. I feed you, I clean you, I dress you, and what thanks do I get? "Oh, you bought the wrong paper, Annie, I can't write on this paper, Annie!" Well, I'll get your stupid paper but you just better start showing me a little appreciation around here, Mr. MAN!
Annie Wilkes: God came to me last night and told me your purpose for being here. I am going to help you write a new book.::Paul Sheldon: You think I can just whip one out?::Annie Wilkes: Oh, but I don't think Paul, I know.
Annie Wilkes: [Right after smashing Paul's ankles with a sledgehammer] God I love you.
Annie Wilkes: Here's your pills.::Paul Sheldon: Annie? Annie, what is it?::Annie Wilkes: The rain. Sometimes it gives me the blues. When you first came here, I only loved the writer part of Paul Sheldon. Now I know I love the rest of him, too. I know you don't love me, don't say you do. You're beautiful, brilliant, a famous man of the world and I'm... not a movie star type. You'll never know the fear of losing someone like you if you're someone like me.::Paul Sheldon: Why would you lose me?::Annie Wilkes: Book's almost finished, your legs are getting better. Soon you'll be wanting to leave.::Paul Sheldon: Why would I leave? I like it here.::Annie Wilkes: That's very kind of you, but I'll bet it's not all together true. [pulls out a gun] I have this gun. [pulls the trigger] Sometimes I think about using it. I'd better go now. I might put bullets in it.
[last lines]::Waitress: Excuse me, but are you Paul Sheldon?::Paul Sheldon: Yes.::Waitress: I just wanted to tell you I'm your number one fan.::Paul Sheldon: That's... very sweet of you...
Annie Wilkes: I am your number one fan. There is nothing to worry about. You are going to be just fine. I am your number one fan.
[Annie has just read Paul's latest novel]::Annie Wilkes: YOU! YOU DIRTY BIRD, HOW COULD YOU!::Paul Sheldon: What?::Annie Wilkes: She can't be dead, MISERY CHASTAIN CANNOT BE DEAD!::Paul Sheldon: Annie, in 1871, women often died during childbirth. But her SPIRIT is the important thing, and Misery's spirit is still alive.::Annie Wilkes: I DON'T WANT HER SPIRIT! I WANT HER! AND YOU MURDERED HER!::Paul Sheldon: No... I didn't.::Annie Wilkes: WHO DID?::Paul Sheldon: No one! She... she died! She just slipped away!::Annie Wilkes: SLIPPED AWAY! SLIPPED AWAY? SHE DIDN'T JUST SLIP AWAY! YOU DID IT! YOU DID IT! YOU DID IT! YOU MURDERED MY MISERY!
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Award-winning actress Coleen Dewhurst is Molly Dushane, a hard-drinking, hard-living woman desperate for one last fling at life. Megan Follows is her daughter Micheline, an angry, passionate girl who's convinced there must be a living, breathing world somewhere outside the city limits of her sleepy hometown.
Keywords: alcoholism, bra-less, canada, independent-film, mother-daughter-relationship, nipples-visible-through-clothing, northern-ontario, ontario-canada, pokies, prostitution
A matter of life and love.
So can we skip in time to summer
where we'd just sit and talk together
and i can feel my heart beat faster
while gazing into deep blue eyes
and i,
cant imagine
someone i'd
rather be with
so count the days until
the city lights surround us
with weakened hearts so pure
we'll tear these streets up
say you're, never gonna leave this town
you're, always gonna be
my first and foremost
my everything
so now, i want, i need
you to make me breathe
just feel it in the air tonight
hands intertwined and fingers crossed
your eyes so clear and so inviting
lets paint this town together, softly
and leave our feelings in the open
yeah, yeah
say you're, never gonna leave this town
you're, always gonna be
my first and foremost
my everything
so now, i want, i need
you to make me breathe
just feel it in the air tonight
say you're, never gonna leave this town
you're, always gonna be
my first and foremost
my everything
so now, i want, i need
you to make me breathe
If all our flights are grounded
Libby, we'll go to Paris
Dance along the boulevards
And have no one to embarrass
Puttin' on the Ritz in style
With an Arab and an Heiress
Libby, we'll fly anyway, heyyyy
And leave behind our blues
Half sung melodies
We'll trade them all in
For a Paris breeze
Libby we'll fly
See how dark the circles grow
In a town that has no light
So many eyes just staring out
Into the bloodshot night
And Libby, I hate to see you cry
And I want to share it all with you
And if it brings us to our knees
We'll trade it all in for a Paris breeze
Libby we'll fly
They say it don't come easy
And they say that love is blind
If you're afraid to be close
Then love is hard to find
And if you spend too much time winning love
There's no time to be kind
And Libby I'm guilty of your crimes
I'm just another passenger
Traveling on these crazy high seas
Very likely be the same
In a Paris breeze
Libby we'll fly
If all our flights are grounded
Libby we'll go to Paris
And wish we were back home again
Or sailing on the ocean
Just a window and a drink
To set our dreams in motion
But Libby, we'll fly anyway, heyyyy
And leave our blues
Half sung melodies
Trade them in for a Paris breeze