AKA is a 2002 drama film, the first by director and writer Duncan Roy. The film is set in the late 1970s in Britain and deals with the story of Dean, an 18-year-old boy who assumes another identity in order to enter high society. Dean then meets David, an older gay man who desires him and Benjamin, a young Texan hustler . It is largely an autobiographical account of Duncan Roy's early life.
The screen consists of a row of three frames, showing three perspectives.
The film has been nominated for several awards, especially in the gay community.
Plot
When his clan, including his wife and baby girl Néa, are massacred, Ao, a desperate Neandertal man, decides to leave the North country where he has been living for the South where he was born. His aim is to join his twin brother, from whom he was separated when he was nine. On his long and adventurous way home, he meets Aki, a Homo Sapiens woman...
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Plot
On a class excursion to a cave with stone age paintings the clumsy Rex gets lost. A mysterious crystal opens a gateway in time and sets him back to the stone ages, where he meets a group of prehistoric fellows and the gorgeous Eba. While teaching her English and doing some pseudo-research on her fellows, his main goal is to get her sleeping with him. However the curiosity of the clan chief disturbs his attempts.
Keywords: cave-woman, caveman, erotica, female-nudity, independent-film, nudity, prehistoric-times, time-travel
Rex is taking his first big trip...back 25,000 years!
Eba: Eba have big boobs. What Rex have big?
I never meant to break you
I never meant I´d be this cruel
It´s close to midnight
The club is loaded tight
I´m moving with the crowd
At the speed of light
I feel your touch
Possessing me
The sound around
Slowly disappear
Can you wait boy?
Be a girl´s toy?
No, no I won´t shed a tear
Stop, Stop! No use
You can only abuse
Turn around now
You´re getting me confused
Get down, on the dancefloor, now!
I got Mcqueens on tight
Cuz it feels right!
Lick my lips in your sight
Cuz it feels right!
Body bends hit the club lights
Touching me is so right
Begging for a dance, begging for a dance
Make it hot for me, make it hot for me
Just make it hot for me
Make it hot for me, make it hot for me
Just make it hot for me
You came in desperation
Seeking my attention
You ain´t Shakespeare
Please, persevere
Don´t stop! Oh oh you´re sinking here
We might do it every night
(´Til the day´s relieved)
We´ll go out in a dive
Be a bad boy, on the dancefloor
Stop, Stop! No use
You can only abuse
Turn around now
You´re getting me confused
Take a few shots
Sow what you´ve got
Let´s disappear
Let´s get out of here
I got Mcqueens on tight
Cuz it feels right!
Lick my lips in your sight
Cuz it feels right!
Body bends hit the club lights
Touching me is so right
Begging for a dance, begging for a dance
Make it hot for me, make it hot for me
Just make it hot for me
Make it hot for me, make it hot for me
Just make it hot for me
Pop pop pop
Hair hair done right
Gold lemonade
Colour shameless eyes
Temptress hands up
Naughty on the inside
Hold me closer
I´ll show you how
To dance right
Pop pop pop
Hair hair done right
Gold lemonade
Colour shameless eyes
Temptress hands up
Naughty on the inside
Hold me closer
I´ll show you how
To dance right
I got Mcqueens on tight
Cuz it feels right!
Lick my lips in your sight
Cuz it feels right!
Body bends hit the club lights
Touching me is so right
Begging for a dance, begging for a dance
Make it hot for me, make it hot for me
Just make it hot for me
Make it hot for me, make it hot for me
Just make it hot for me
Make it hot for me, make it hot for me
Just make it hot for me
Make it hot for me, make it hot for me
Just make it hot for me
A.K.A. we don't play
Fuck all night
Smoke all day
Claat AK
Still DJ
We play music we don't play
When mi drop inna di scheme
Ghetto limousine
Mi rims a seventeen
Mi and mi Mac II team
Mi fresh mi never green
Mi trees evergreen
Mi badda dan Joshua Samson & di Phillistine
When di sixpence clean
Alarm go off but mi nuh si nuh response team
Man dash weh dem license guns & clips & scream
Reporter seh it no real a muss a sick man's dream
But mi nuh response feeim
Mi crime dem real dem don't play play
Mi smoke my trees blen wid Craven "A"
And what's my game it's war start well
And what's my name it's Vybz Kartel
A.K.A. we don't play
Fuck all night
Smoke all day
Claat AK
Still DJ
We play music we don't play
Rifle wid tripod handle boy bad
While a go you sen yuh bab
Tell mi suck mi Mom & Dad
Now you deh pon "Jesus Christ oh my God"
Boy a run
Cell Block bruk him back like a crab
A nuh Bush, a we drop bombs over Bagdhad
Weh day mi could a get a gun from mi Grandad
When him seh "hold dis mi son"
Mi seh "Pappy mi nuh fire people gun"
Him seh "weh yuh claim"
Mi seh "you nuh hear mi name"
A.K.A. we don't play
Fuck all night
Smoke all day
Claat AK
Still DJ
1: AKA]
Said the boy came up too quick
Remind me to sign my trophies
Said the kid don't run this shit?
You better put down that nyaope
I had the time of my life
I'm riding round with your bitch
My dick is top of her mind
Therefore I fuck what you think
Pardon me did I go too far
Hot sixteen did I go too hard
Pop champagne get a sip too strong
Gotta fill myself just a little too
Much
I paved the way for these dudes
You can't take myself esteem
If I was you I'd hate me too
Ahhhhhh Jealousy
Big things going on le di kenelang?
It's a brand new day
Awwww shit, why you mad at us?
See them brand new J's
From the city where the crime don't pay
Money on my mind all day
If you alive put your hands in the sky and wave 'em side to side
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Jealousy
Aha you talking that filthy
Needa talk more racks on racks
Rappers need to break down my history
Before you want cash on wax
Go ahead make my day
I'mma run my lane like Usain
Cool and the gang, lames get to hang
If their name is Sadaam Hussein
Bang!
Show love for the Honchos, where
They be?
My Throne getting by, on top by the week
Club ho's on the leash, ho's on their feet
Take it outside now we all on the beach
Please, pray for my enemies
I hope they Rest In Peace
Success I guess it brings
AKA came back with the fresh cut
Need to put you new shit on hold
Far as I see nigga playing catch-up
Accessories is all gold
Ahhh I rest my case
I'mma go hard every breath I take
Hoppin' out cars, looking like they from
Mars
That gushesh from Space
Look at my heart, spit it on 16 bars
Put it all on display
How you gon' judge?
How you gon' show no love?
We one and the same
Everything that you hate
But you love everything that I make
Say my name, say my name
You love the taste
You only raising my game, go
I don't know... you know
It's just... it's just missing something you know
I just wouldn't be the same
It wouldn't be the same without...
IV League papa (yeah!) IV League papa (yeah!)
Yeah that's what it was...
Now we the main attraction they clap for us
Waiting on my downfall ground floor up, that's elevator action
Michael Jackson couldn't be as dangerous, shit happens
Armed with the paint brush, hope you get the picture
Veins full of bad blood, brrruh, Tswak' Stick 'Em
What you favourite rapper used to be before the bitches
But that's until we following the riches
Take it back to the kitchen
Like I got motswako ad-libs to my vision-e
Big dreams in me ever since I was a pikini
So you gotta use the big screen when you picture me
Ha! Kini Big Deal, See the tyres rotate like a windmill
And I will never loose focus, cry me a river swag trip a ocean
Motherfucker came a long way, ones and twos on IV League all day
Yet summer is still a long way, marathon I run this shit at my own pace
How many rappers in the world right now
Hate it that none of them do it like I
Never get enough, never get enough, never too much
V. I .C .T. O .R. Y
Hands up for my victory lap
Hands up for my victory lap hey
(Toast to the winners!)
Hands up for my victory lap
Hands up for my victory lap hey
(If you know you're a winner)
Party don't stop till I say so
Want it all from the ground floor to my angels
Daddy Cool Diesel, heavy weight champ of the people
Future looks bright like casino lights
Wanted that seed 'til my tree grow high
Root of all evil, spare no ego
I keep haters on their toes like Da L.E.S. does
Blowing notes like my name Kwela Tebza
You in the club acting all famous
Nobody even know what your name is
Plenty bottles but nobody's at your table
He is on the phone talking like some bloody agents (Yeses!)
Party like I'm a rock star, tell a girl drop it low like a sports car
I'm the king who these jokers in my court yard
Money talks, I converse with the all stars
So you all about my paper
Tell me something new, tell me something entertaining
Tell me something true, tell me nothing about failure
Serving rappers on some 24hour a day shit
Gimme that old time feeling (what else!)
German automobile with no ceiling (what else!)
Push the button and start with no key ring (what else!)
Bad chick and a blunt with no seedlings (what else!)
You can still have what you want if you a dreamer
Start thinking out the box, or follow the leader
Ha ... haven't you been through that
Feel like end of the season when your team do bad
But all I really need is a clean new pair
Somebody on my arm and some money in my hand
That be good, you see the hunger in my eye lids
Whether we ball or checking out prices