It's never too late.
Plot
Everything rests on Jeff Perkins' shoulders; five days in, and a high-stakes game of forced insomnia is proving a strenuous burden. During recession, both friendships and livelihoods are at risk at a time when they are both equally scarce. Will he rise to the occasion or fall into a deep sleep?
Plot
This film is about 3 story's, a gay couple that deals with nonacceptance and euthanasia as a response for a terminal illness and the favor of death, another deals with a dysfunctional family that's very common in our everyday lives and in a moment of carelessness the child has a fatal accident and the last is a woman with multiple sclerosis that has to watch other make the choice of life or death for her. At the end all three story's collide to arrive at a shocking end.
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A horror-comedy story, Oh my Ghost is about Trixie (Rufa Mae Quinto), a beautiful and sexy ad agency executive who focuses on her career and less of her love life. Even her best friend and partner in the agency, Alvin (Marvin Agustin), tries to make moves on her but just doesn't work. Meanwhile, three young egotistic guys - Dennis (Paolo Contis), Jeff (Carlos Agassi) and Buboy (Uma Khouny), meet Trixie in the gym who get so attracted and madly in love with her. Because of their arrogance and conceitedness, Trixie turns each one down that makes the three angry at her. To get even with her, they attempt to rape her that lead to a fatal accident. So sudden and untimely, Trixie's ghost cannot accept it and decides to take revenge. Horror-comic situations follow as she haunts the three to obtain justice.
Keywords: exclamation-point-in-title, ghost, punctuation-in-title
Plot
Seth Davis is a college dropout running an illegal casino from his rented apartment. Driven by his domineering fathers disapproval at his illegitimate existence and his desire for serious wealth, Seth suddenly finds himself seduced by the opportunity to interview as a trainee stock broker from recent acquaintance Greg ('Nicky Katt' (qv)). Walking into the offices of JT Marlin, a small time brokerage firm on the outskirts of New York - Seth gets an aggressive cameo performance from Jay ('Ben Affleck' (qv)) that sets the tone for a firm clearly placing money above all else. Seth's fractured relationship with his father and flirtatious glances from love interest Abbie ('Nia Long' (qv)) are enough to keep Seth motivated in his new found career. As he begins to excel and develop a love for the hard sale and high commission, a few chance encounters leads Seth to question the legitimacy of the firms operations - placing him once again at odds with his father and what remains of his morality. With homages to Wall Street, and Glengarry Glen Ross, it's a decent debut feature for Ben Younger who's script exposes a truly sinister side of an already immoral business.
Keywords: arrest, audio-surveillance, bankster, bar, bar-fight, billiards, blackjack-game, break-up, bridge-financing, broken-leg
Motion creates Emotion!
Where would you turn? How far would you go? How hard will you fall?
There's no such thing as making too much money or taking too many risks
Welcome to the New American Dream.
Anyone who says that money is the root to all evil, doesn't have it.
Greg Weinstein: Don't you have a canoli you can stick in your mouth?::Chris Varick: Don't you have a menorah you could shove up your ass?
Man on phone: Take me off your list.::Seth Davis: Fine, fine. I'm gonna take you off my list of successful people today.
Jim Young: And there is no such thing as a no sale call. A sale is made on every call you make. Either you sell the client some stock or he sells you a reason he can't. Either way a sale is made, the only question is who is gonna close? You or him? Now be relentless, that's it, I'm done.
Jim Young: They say money can't buy happiness? Look at the fucking smile on my face. Ear to ear, baby.
Jim Young: Anybody who tells you money is the root of all evil doesn't fucking have any.
Seth Davis: What do you mean, you're gonna pass. Alan, the only people making money passing are NFL quarterbacks and I don't see a number on your back.
Greg Weinstein: Don't pitch the bitch.
Chris Varick: Hey, kid, get the fuck outa here.
Seth Davis: I read this article a while back, that said that Microsoft employs more millionaire secretary's that any other company in the world. They took stock options over Christmas bonuses. It was a good move. I remember there was this picture, of one of the groundskeepers next to his Ferrari. Blew my mind. you see shit like that, and it just plants seeds, makes you think its possible, even easy. And then you turn on the TV, and there's just more of it. The $87 Million lottery winner, that kid actor that just made 20 million o his last movie, that internet stock that shot through the roof, you could have made millions if you had just gotten in early, and that's exactly what I wanted to do: get in. I didn't want to be an innovator any more, i just wanted to make the quick and easy buck, i just wanted in. The Notorious BIG said it best: "Either you're slingin' crack-rock, or you've got a wicked jump-shot." Nobody wants to work for it anymore. There's no honor in taking that after school job at Mickey Dee's, honor's in the dollar, kid. So I went the white boy way of slinging crack-rock: I became a stock broker.
Broker: I know you're not standing on your front porch with a bag of money waiting for me to call you. But I'm not some 18-year-old selling a cure for AIDS. I'm 46 years old, I have 22 years market experience, I know this business. So pick up your skirt, grab your balls, and lets go make some money
Plot
A 12 year old boy goes missing in 1978, only to reappear once more in 1986. In the eight years that have passed, David hasn't aged. It is no coincidence that at the time David 'comes back', a flying saucer is found, entangled in electricity cables.
Keywords: 12-year-old, 1970s, 1980s, aging, alien, alien-abduction, alien-creature, alien-creature-as-pet, artificial-intelligence, australian-shepherd
Come along on the greatest adventure of the summer!
Er kam 8 Jahre zu spät zum Abendessen - und er hatte eine phantastische Ausrede... (He came 8 years too late for dinner - and he had a fantastic excuse...)
David is eight years late for dinner... and the U.S. Government wants to know why. But David has an excuse, an absolutely fantastic excuse!
Take off on the ultimate fantasy adventure!
Max: I told you, I blew a fuse when I totaled that electrical tower. I was checking out some daisies.::David: You crashed while looking at FLOWERS?
[Alien eats David's hat]::Max: That could have been your head David.
Max: I crashed into electrical towers and my star charts were erased. I need the ones in your head to complete my mission.::David: So you need ME and my INFERIOR brain to fly that thing?::Max: Correction, I need the SUPERIOR information in your INFERIOR brain to fly this... thing.
Max: Are we there yet? Where are we anyway?::David: Geez, I have no idea where we are. We got to get directions.::Max, David: [they hear "Trapped in My Mind" coming from a convertible on the highway] Hmm.::David: I wonder if that's that Twisted Sister stuff Carolyn was talking about.::Teen in Car: Come on.::David: [they lower the space ship beside the car at a stop sign] Hi, you wouldn't happen to know the way to Fort Lauderdale, would you?::Max: [Max sticks his 'head' out] Try to make your directions clear because we get lost easy.::Teen in Car: [freaking out] Fly! [they speed off]::Max: Hey! Thanks for nothing!... Were those geeks, David?::David: Yes, Max. Those were geeks.
Max: I do not leak, you leak!
[after stopping at a pasture, David steps off the ship to urinate]::Max: What are you doing?::David: Can't I have a little privacy?::Max: Do not know privacy.
Max: Hey, blimpo... too many Twinkies.
Max: Ooh, a threat. Look, I'm really shaking!
David: That's it?::Max: That's it, Davy!::David: Davy?::Max: If you wanna learn how to swim, you have to jump in the water. Don't forget to feed Bruiser. Two all-beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions on a sesame seed bun... Whoa! I think I got some stuff out of your head that has nothing to do with navigating this ship!::David: You sound just like a human!::Max: No! That dumb dog will never learn to catch a frisbee. You are the inferior species, you dumb dork!::David: Buttface!::Max: Scuz-bucket! Ha-ha!
David: My dad took me to see the Bee Gees a couple months ago. Who did you see?::Carolyn McAdams: Twisted Sister.::David: Never heard of her.::Carolyn McAdams: It's a him.::David: Oh.::Carolyn McAdams: Actually, it's a them.
a shooting star in the sky
stopped to ask your name
but you didn't give an answer
always afraid of fame
you're a clip in the paper
you're a picture in her living room and
your scent is vaguely familiar
to her who cradled you in her womb
the magnet mississippi stole your breath
as you sunk into it's lonely depths
this final image of you freezes
where you're surrounded by jewels and missing pieces
you're a clip in the paper
you're a picture in her living room and
your scent is vaguely familiar
to her who cradled you in her womb
sometimes the daydreams are worse then the nightmares
for in the night at least you reappear
you may be voiceless, disfigured, disadvantaged, but you're here
you're a clip in the paper
you're a picture in her living room and
your scent is vaguely familiar
Killing a homo
Torturing a fag
Ripping through a dyke
They're all in bodybags
In my basement
Rotting
Rotting, rotting
Rotting, rotting
Duct tape round their skulls
Decomposing bodies
Filled with holes
Bullet wounds in the torso
In the head
Cock is hard, in the nude
I'm one with the raindrops
But there's yet another sound
Now could it be that Jeff
That fucking prick who you owe some money from the
From the bet that you lost to that fuck Jeff who works down the stu
Down the stu, studio
Paranoia taken in
Temper rises paper-thin
Evil lurks in every vein (Now it's time I kill again)
See the real behind the lie
See the evil in my eyes
How good it feels I can't disguise (You're on your way to paradise)
It wasn't the mailman
Yeah sure it was Jeff
He would not go away
So I stabbed his sick ass into quiet a mess
A mess it took me a while to disguise but now
There's no more Jeff
The fucking bastard's gone
Paranoia taken in
Temper rises paper-thin
Evil lurks in every vein (Now it's time I kill again)
See the real behind the lie
See the evil in my eyes