Men… (German: Männer…) is a 1985 West German film directed by Doris Dörrie. It was chosen as West Germany's official submission to the 59th Academy Awards for Best Foreign Language Film, but did not manage to receive a nomination.
What would happened if there's nobody around....
Plot
The Japanese ambassador is traveling through the Wild West by train, when gangsters hold up the train, to rob a gold shipment. They also carry an ancient Japanese sword the ambassador was carrying as a present for the US president. The ambassador's bodyguard (Toshiro Mifune) will go after them, with the aid of one of the gang's leaders betrayed by his pals...
Keywords: 1870s, 19th-century, aikido, ambassador, ambush, andalusian, arizona, bandit, bare-breasts, battle
2 Desperados ... 1 Hellcat ... and a Samurai ... the greatest fighting force the West has ever known!
Plot
A hot-tempered bandit, Pancho Vanilla, robs a Mexican bank and rushes to his hideout to count the loot. Speedy Gonzales, Mexico's fastest mouse, follows Pancho there, intending to return the money to the bank. He challenges Pancho to a duel and then speeds past him again and again, bringing every cent of the money back to the bank and causing a flustered and enraged Pancho to shoot himself in the feet.
Keywords: bank-robber, cartoon-mouse, character-name-in-title, land-mine, looney-tunes, reference-to-speedy-gonzales, surrealism
Plot
A hot-tempered bandit, Pancho Vanilla, robs a Mexican bank and rushes to his hideout to count the loot. Speedy Gonzales, Mexico's fastest mouse, follows Pancho there, intending to return the money to the bank. He challenges Pancho to a duel and then speeds past him again and again, bringing every cent of the money back to the bank and causing a flustered and enraged Pancho to shoot himself in the feet.
Keywords: bank-robber, cartoon-mouse, character-name-in-title, land-mine, looney-tunes, reference-to-speedy-gonzales, surrealism
Plot
Segments: "A Rustic Ballad," a story of feuding hillbillys; "A Tone Poem," a mood piece set on a blue bayou; "A Jazz Interlude," a bobby-soxer goes jitterbugging with her date at the malt shop; "A Ballad in Blue," dark room, rain and somber landscapes illustrate the loss of a lover; "A Musical Recitation," the story of Casey at the Bat; "Ballade Ballet," ballet dancers perform in silhouette; "A Fairy Tale with Music," Peter and the Wolf; "After You've Gone," four musical instruments chase through a surreal landscape; "A Love Story," about the romance between a fedora and a bonnet; "Opera Pathetique," the story of Willie, the Whale Who Wanted to Sing at the Met.
Keywords: adoration, anthology, anthropomorphic-animal, anthropomorphic-clothing, anthropomorphic-hat, anthropomorphic-musical-instrument, anthropomorphism, automobile, ballet, baseball
Narrator: Peter, don't just stand that way!::[the wolf leans Peter downward]::Narrator: And don't stand that way either.
[last lines]::Narrator: [Willie impaled by a harpoon by Prof. Tetti-Tatti] Now Willie will never sing at the met. But don't be too harsh on Tetti-Tatti; he just didn't understand. You see, Willie's singing was a miracle, and people aren't used to miracles. [to Willie's seagull friend who mourns the whale's loss] And you, faithful little friend, don't be too sad, because miracles never really die. And somewhere in wherever heaven is reserved for creatures of the deep, Willie is still singing, in a hundred voices, each more golden than before, and he'll go on singing in a voice so cheery forever.
men, all they ever do is bleed,
and dream all day of lust drenched in brainless blood.
romanticized fanatics,
call me a bully and you'll have yours
they scream and cry,
utilize words like 'honor'
sprint 'round the city,
are they chasing or being chased?
and who could be chasing them,
the good old boys?
their running from the sincere voice
inside their mind
the one we've taught them to ignore...
we've taught them to hate
oh no,
When a ship is sinking and they lower the lifeboats
And hand out the life jackets, the men keep on their
coats
The women and the children are the ones who must go
first
And the men who try to save their skins are cowards and
are cursed
Every man's a captain, men know how to drown
Man the lifeboats if there's room, otherwise go down
And it's the same when there's a war on: it's the men
who go to fight
Women and children are civilians, when they're killed
it's not right
Men kill men in uniform, its the way war goes
When they run they're cowards, when they stay they are
heroes
Every man's a general, men go off to war
The battlefields a man's world, cannon fodders what
they're for
It's the men who have the power, it's the men who have
the might
And the world's a place of horror because each man
thinks he's right
A man's home is his castle so the family let him in
But what's important in that kingdom is the women and
the children
A husband and a father, every man's a king
But he's really just a drone, gathers no honey, has no
sting
Have pity on the general, the king, and the captain
THEY BUY YOU DINNER OPEN THE DOOR OTHER THAN THAT WHAT
ARE THEY GOOD FOR MEN IM TALKING ABOUT MEN
THEY ALL WANT A GIRL JUST LIKE THE GIRL AND EVERY DEAR
OLD GIRL THEY MAKE ME SO MAD MEN IM TALKIN ABOUT MEN
WELL YOU CAN BEAT THEM UP CAUSE THERE BIGGER THAN YOU
YOU CANT LIVE WITH EM YOU CANT LIVE WITHOUT THEM MEN IM
TALKIN ABOUT MEN
THEY LOVE TO TALK THEY MAKE THERE NOISE THERE NOTHING BUT
A BUNCH OF OVER GROWN BOYS
MEN IM TALKIN BOUT MEN
IF YOU GIVE EM WHAT THEY WANT THEY NEVER FALL IN LOVE
DONT GIVE EM NOTHIN THEY CANT GET ENOUGH OF MEN IM TALKIN
BOUT MEN WELL YOU CANT BEAT EM UP CAUSE THERE BIGGER THAN
YOU YOU CANT LIVE WITH THEM YOU CANT LIVE WITHOUT THEM IM
TALKIN ABOUT MEN
IN THE BEGINNING THEY ALWAYS AIM TO PLEASE THEY SERVE A
PURPASE THEY FEEL IN NEED THEY AINT SURE SURVIVAL OF THE
SWEET SEAS
THEY TAKE YOU FOR A RIDE RUN OUTA GAS MOST OF THE TIME
THEY PRETTY WAY WAY MEN IM TALKIN BOUT MEN
WELL YOU CANT BEAT EM UP CAUSE THEY BIGGER THAN YOU YOU
CANT LIVE WITH EM YOU CANT LIVE WITHOUT THEM MEN IM
TALKING ABOUT MEN
SILVER TOUNGUE DEVILS WELL THERE LYING THREW THERE TEETH
SAYING ANYTHING JUST TO SWEEP YOU OF YOUR FEET
MEN IM TALK
WELL YOU
This is the sign
I use to wear
This is the line
It says I care
I found a reason
I found a tear
Last year
I am a boy
You are a man
I am indifferent
You want a plan
I'm getting out
I'm getting there
Next year
We are in love
We are at war
I feed myself
You feed the poor
I write the fiction
You write the lore
These are addictions
That seem to form
And if I get out
I won't be saved
You are my keeper
I am your slave
You're in my thoughts
You're in my way
Keep all the weakers
Bury the brave
This is a game
You're involved
I am the player
You have control
There is an ante
There is a toll
Buy in
I want a space
You want a home
You need to have it
You need to own
Let's build a flower
Let's watch it grow
And die
We are in love
We are at war
I feed myself
You feed the poor
I write the fiction
You write the lore
These are addictions
That seem to form
And if I get out
I won't be saved
You are my keeper
I am your slave
You're in my thoughts
You're in my way
Keep all the weakers
Men att evigt krankt betrakta
sina sjuka drag och miner
se, hur döden lömskt och sakta
härjar oss till grå ruiner
det är pina utan ände
spanska stövlar, hjul och stegel
- bäst att le åt sitt elände
bäst att slå itu sin spegel
Bäst att taga bördan på sig
le åt åldern, som förtorkar
män till gubbar, bäst att slå sig
fram, så länge hoppet orkar
Håna livet, när det hånar
kallt och hatfullt: vrid dig, sväng dig
undan ödet, håret grånar,
Men - The Forester Sisters
They buy you dinner open your door
Other then that what are they good for
Men I'm talking about men
They all want a girl just like the girl that married dear old dad
They make me so mad
Men I'm talking about men
CHORUS:
Well you can't beat 'em up cause they're bigger then you
You can't live with 'em and you just can't shoot 'em
Men, I'm talking about men
They love their toys They make their noise
They're nothing but a bunch of over grown boys
Men, I'm talking about men
If you give ' em what they want they never fall in love
Don't give 'em nothing they can't get enough
Men, I'm talking about men
go to chorus
In the beginning they alway aim to please
They serve a purpose they fill a need
They ensure the survival of the species
They take you for a ride run of gas
Most of the time they're a pain in the Yea, yea
Men I'm talking about men
Silver tongue devils Lying through their teeth
Saying anything just to sweep you off of your feet
Ooh yea Men, talking about men Mere mortal men
Some men treat you just like a lady
Others treat you just like a child
And they can drive you so far away
Or they can drive you wild
Some you wanna show to your mama
And some you wouldn't show to your dad
Some wanna take you straight to the altar
And some just wanna take you to bed
Wo men, I'm here to tell you about 'em
Men, we couldn't make it without 'em
I've loved a few and I've found that a few need a friend
There's nothin' better than men to hold
There's nothin' better than men
Some men are as cold as December
Some are 'bout as hot as July
Sometimes they fill your life with happiness
Sometimes they make you cry
Wo men, I'm here to tell you about 'em
Men, we couldn't make it without 'em
I've loved a few and I've found that a few need a friend
There's nothin' better than men to hold