The term host is most often used to describe a male (hostess in feminine form) presenter for an event.
Host or hosts may refer to:
James Edward Franco (born April 19, 1978) is an American actor. His first prominent role was a lead part on the short-lived cult hit television program Freaks and Geeks; he later achieved recognition for playing the titular character in the TV biographical film James Dean (2001), for which he was awarded a Golden Globe Award. He achieved international fame with his portrayals of Harry Osborn in Sam Raimi's Spider-Man trilogy.
Franco has won or been nominated for a number of awards. He has done both dramatic and comedic work in projects and has appeared in an eclectic range of films since the 2000s, ranging from period to contemporary pieces, and from major Hollywood productions to less publicized indie films, as well as fantasy films to biopics and soap operas. Other notable films include Pineapple Express, a 2008 stoner comedy that earned him his second Golden Globes nomination; the 2008 Harvey Milk-biopic Milk; and Danny Boyle's 2010 drama film 127 Hours, about real-life mountain climber Aron Ralston's struggle to free his hand from a boulder. His performance in 127 Hours earned him nominations for many high-profile awards, including the Academy Awards, Golden Globe and Screen Actors Guild Awards. In 2011, he starred opposite Andy Serkis in Rupert Wyatt's successful science fiction film Rise of the Planet of the Apes, a reboot of the Planet of the Apes franchise. Since 2009, he has played a recurring role in the ABC daytime soap opera General Hospital.
Anne Jacqueline Hathaway (born November 12, 1982) is an American actress. After several stage roles, she appeared in the 1999 television series Get Real. She played Mia Thermopolis in The Princess Diaries (2001) and its 2004 sequel. Hathaway is also an Emmy-winning actress for her voice-over performance on The Simpsons.
Hathaway had dramatic roles in Havoc and Brokeback Mountain, both in 2005. She starred in The Devil Wears Prada (2006) and in Becoming Jane (2007) as Jane Austen. In 2008, she was acclaimed for her lead role in Rachel Getting Married, for which she won awards and was nominated for the Academy Award for Best Actress. In 2010, she starred in the box office hits Valentine's Day and Tim Burton's Alice In Wonderland, as well as Love and Other Drugs. In 2011, she had a voice role in the animated film Rio and starred in Lone Scherfig's adaptation of One Day. She portrays Selina Kyle in Christopher Nolan's The Dark Knight Rises and Fantine in Tom Hooper's Les Misérables.
People magazine named her one of its breakthrough stars of 2001, and she first appeared on its list of the world's 50 Most Beautiful People in 2006.
Plot
A one hour documentary on the life of one of Hollywood's neglected horror icons, hosted by fear fan extraordinare Forrest J Ackerman & interviews with Hollywood legends John Carradine, Ralph Bellamy, Carroll Borland and B-movie producer Alex Gordon.
Keywords: actor, horror-filmmaking
HOST
Narrative about a schizophrenic on the red line watchin
his own reflection
Rubber Duckie rains (reigns), mangled drum drops that
drips taps
Call it what it is, or call it what it ain’t - that
simple(?)
Hat cymbals (symbols) crash to fascinate assholes to
mask the mad simple
Crippled asshole with a magic bag of dimples for your
cancer
Rubber Duckie laughing answers out, well why you
hackin’ riddles?
That sunset there looks just like a painting, ask a
black widow
She’ll tell you that we made it, but she taped it to
your back window
The pasty cream of cynisdom, inner wisdom tastes like
being abstract
I think thee protest too much (“No I’m not, no I’m
not”) but it’s just a hint though
A GLIMPSE OF A JOKE ABOUT A BROKEN BRITTLE SOLDIER
SWOLLEN SINGED THROAT
With hopes and dreams but fell asleep in a heap of
insults (Awww…)
The bride of free speech fucked her brother the Rubber
Duckie grins so….
I’m leavin’ it up to you signed the un-wackest with 6
thumbs
It’s like I must be bitin’ both of us that spit dope
The illest period (.) Nope. Etcetera dot dot quote
(..”)
Shit on your inner wicked stepsister and her knock
knock jokes
Rip your little Osh Kosh style and hotbox the hemp rope
Those that don’t teach question mark (?) Dot end quote
(.”)
Rubber Duckie rains coats to dead man in mosquito piss
puddle
What you lookin’ at? Your reflection’s up here, but
it’s subtle
Your thoughts see it best dark in artificially lit
tunnels
At least part of us writes, grip the Duckie tight with
white knuckles
But the way I dance with us, glancin’ up at frightened
chuckles
He ain’t nobody, but my twin will rock the mic just
like I’m quite humble
The funnel spiders and black widows spin nets in case I
stumble
Before I find my spot, to finally get it off my chest
Who the fuck I am and not why I’m not
Rubber Duckie’s got glue boots and one trick(horse
hooves)
Your moon is made of cheese, man, shake believe until
the sun skips
He’s glad you think about him when you write and all
But after all is said and done, you learned I love you
Then we can all
Peep the drum drip taps
Amongst your sunlit scraps
And Turrets
Um um
Boasting in the post script
How the oceans got froze
No shit
Who voted
I musta missed the meeting again I suppose
I’ve read you well
I just want to get away
Cos you used my love
I just need to get away
My trust in you has been abused
My trust in you has been overused
Sick of this space
Wish we could be far away
Cos I wasted all my youth
I’ll never see it again
My trust in you has been abused
My trust in you has been overused
Why can you get everything?
Can you tell me why I just want to run away?
Can you tell me why I just want to get away?
I just want to get away...
I just wanted too much
I wish we could be far away
And if my wish comes true
The markings burned in leaving no doubt or question a permanent sign
The burden will not be thrown
The yoke will not break
The body the opposite all too fragile
Running in circles burrow in
The weight suffocating under the curses you bear
Suffer this debt with pride and foolish resolve
The tripwire noose that your wear so close to snapping
Start the end cycle on step away
Make your decision to last the rest of your days
Will you become host or disease
Alive or living buried or mourning
Drawing a lien in sand
Lacking the strength
Walking the fence long enough gravity calls
A simple decision left out of your hands
Accept or deny your place
It's insignificant
We're so small
Taking the low point dragging it down
The worst isn't over
...as its temple
and its victim
my blood runs
on marble floors
just like some
insane circulation
back into
my coroded
Again and again
It winds slick/lix-like to have a fire site
Perilous thorn in my brain
Parasite nimble with convulsed streams of plasma
Nestles, sure of entry, in my brain
It breeds
It sweats
It burns
It lives
Piece by piece, it knows me, and I know it
Just when it comes and when it goes
It stays by me, in secret, all alone
Whenever I do what it drives me to
It takes a little piece of me and burns it
As a tribute to its god
As its temple and its victim
My blood runs on marble floors
Just like some insane circulation
Back into my corroded heart
By then I realize
There's just one door
One door, unlocked
hear your soothing comfort loud
one knows it's not too quiet
all consuming circumstance
can lead to our dysfunction
I see no life behind your weary eyes
I see the looks you struggle to disguise
I've seen all vital signs begin to slip
oh its much too late for you to aim, you only miss
say you'll pay the consequence
and though we all can't see it
time will challenge your defence
alive but you can't feel it
I see no life behind your weary eyes
I see the looks you struggle to disguise
I've seen all vital signs begin to slip
oh its much too late for you to aim, you only miss
I see no life behind your weary eyes
I see the looks you struggle to disguise
I've seen all vital signs begin to slip