Marion Mack (8 April 1902 - 1 May 1989) was an American film actress and scriptwriter best known for co-starring with Buster Keaton in the silent film, The General.
Born Joey Marion McCreery in Mammoth, Utah she moved to Hollywood in 1920 and got a job working for Mack Sennett. After appearing in several short films for Sennett, she co-wrote and appeared in a semi-autobiographical film, Mary of the Movies. In 1927 she was cast in her best known role as Annabelle Lee, the estranged girlfriend of Buster Keaton's character, Johnnie Gray, in The General. She found the strain of such a long period, 6 months, on location away from her husband so great that she decided to quit acting and concentrate on scriptwriting instead.
This second career she kept quiet and she was not credited as a scriptwriter until the 1938 film Streamlined Swing. After World War II she took up yet another career as a real estate agent.
The General was not a commercial or critical success when first released but in the 1970s interest in the film took off again and Mack attended many showings at festivals.
Glen Cavender (September 19, 1883 – February 9, 1962) was an American film actor. He appeared in 259 films between 1914 and 1949.
He was born in Tucson, Arizona, and died in Hollywood, California.
James Aloysius Farley (May 30, 1888 – June 9, 1976) was one of the first Irish Catholic politicians in American history to achieve success on a national level, serving as Chairman of the New York State Democratic Committee, Chairman of the Democratic National Committee and as Postmaster General simultaneously under the first two administrations of President Franklin D. Roosevelt. A business executive and dignitary, and a Knight of Malta, Farley was commonly referred to as a political kingmaker, and was responsible for Franklin D. Roosevelt's rise to the presidency. Farley was the campaign manager for New York State politician Alfred E. Smith's 1922 gubernatorial campaign and Franklin D. Roosevelt's 1928 and 1930 gubernatorial campaigns, as well as FDR's Presidential campaigns of 1932 and 1936. Farley predicted large landslides in both, and revolutionized the use of polling, and polling data. He was responsible for pulling together the New Deal Coalition of Catholics, labor unions, blacks, and farmers for FDR. Farley, and the administration's patronage machine he presided over, helped to fuel the social and infrastructure programs of the New Deal. Farley opposed Franklin Roosevelt breaking the two term tradition of the Presidency, and broke with Roosevelt on that issue in 1940.
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Michael Rodriquez comes home from 2 tours of combat duty to find his hometown on the brink of self-destruction. A corrupt politician has sold out his small farming town to an evil corporation (Poseidon) controlling most of the county, and the states water. The starving community is collapsing, while the corporation buys up their land. The political shield behind Poseidon's death grip on water is a small, endangered fish. Poseidon uses the fish to leverage the congressional consent to construct 3 brand new dams. This only motivates a beautiful biologist by the name of Meghan Conner's to find a way to save the fish and transplant them, removing them from the endangered species list and taking away Poseidon's powers.
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Nebbish, high school student, Jeff, is only good at two things: his knowledge on zombies and his undying love for his best friend Jessica. When the townsfolk start changing into flesh-eating zombies, its up to Jeff to put his zombie smarts to use and save Jess from being eaten alive.
An army of death is rising- one man is waiting.
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Eight strangers find themselves waking up in a strange cube-shaped room with no recollection of how they came to be there. Soon discovering that they're in a strange fourth dimension where our laws of physics don't apply, they have to unravel the secrets of the "hypercube" in order to survive...
Keywords: alternative-reality, attorney, bare-breasts, barefoot, blind, blind-girl, blood-on-shirt, bound-and-gagged, cannibal, cannibalism
The first one had rules
Welcome to a new dimension in fear
You won't believe what's waiting in the 4th dimension
The highly anticipated sequel to the smash hit and cult classic.
There is more to fear than you can see.
What you saw before was beyond imagination... Now within the universe of possibilities, lies another reality, where time and space converge.
Kate Filmore: This guy sure moves quickly, he's just gone.
Jerry Whitehall: Each one of these rooms has six of these doors and portals, but no matter how many different doors and portals I go through I always end up in the same three rooms.
Kate Filmore: Are you okay? Did you hit your head?::Max Reisler: Yeah, I slipped. It's a wall - it wiggled.
Jerry Whitehall: I've been trying to get a handle on the configuration of these rooms. All I can say is...::Simon Grady: They just don't make any sense.::Jerry Whitehall: That's right - they sure don't.::Max Reisler: It is as if the rooms are moving around very quickly.::Jerry Whitehall: There's gotta be some kind of logic to it. You go in one direction and the room just loops back on itself.
Kate Filmore: Okay, let's just say we are in this hypercube or whatever; does this diagram show us how to get out?::Jerry Whitehall: Well... no. You see a hypercube isn't supposed to be real. It's just a theoretical construct.
Jerry Whitehall: 60.659 rooms?::Kate Filmore: This place must be huge.::Mrs. Paley: Oh yes. In a hypercube there can be 60 million rooms.
Simon Grady: What happens if whatever that was in there, that killed the guy - killed me, what happens if that fucking thing gets in here?
Kate Filmore: Who are you?::Simon Grady: Yeah, it's me. Good old Simon. Do you remember this, do you? Well, I've waited a long time for payback.::Kate Filmore: But, that was just seconds ago.::Simon Grady: Don't be so stupid Kate. You know time works differently in this place.
Mrs. Paley: I'm not crazy. And I'm not hard of hearing either. [turns to an empty corner] I told you no one would believe me!
Jerry Whitehall: How do you do, Mrs. Paley?::Mrs. Paley: Hello.::Jerry Whitehall: You don't happen to know why you're here, do you?::Mrs. Paley: Oh, dear, I was never very good at philosophy.::[Some of the others chuckle at this]
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Seventeen year old Rita grows up in an upper-class Swedish seaside society in 1965, and is very close to her father, Gerhard. Rita rejects the boys from the tennis club, and prefers to go out with Jimmi in his laundry delivery van.
Keywords: teenage-girl
Sommaren 1965 skulle bli som vanligt. Men Rita traeffar Jimmi. Efter det blir det aldrig som foerut.
Hold that thought for everytime,
They will attack, they will attack.
Hold that thought for everytime,
They will attack, they will attack.
Hold that thought for everytime,
They will attack, they will attack.
Hold that thought for everytime,
They will attack, they will attack.
I'll watch it all unfold.
Make my presence diminish by the second,
Yours is the same story to tell, to tell,
Why didn't you mean it?
Hold that thought for everytime,
They will attack, they will attack.
Hold that thought for everytime,
They will attack, they will attack.
Hold that thought for everytime,
They will attack, they will attack.
Hold that thought for everytime,
They will attack, they will attack.
Hold that thought now,
Or whatever made these actions,
Made these actions count.
Don't tell me how to live,
Don't tell me how I feel but please look after me.
But please look after me.
You bend and you're back breaks you,
Rise and your head aches,
When you scream when you fall down but it won't make a sound.
You bend and you're back breaks you,
Rise and your head aches,
When you scream when you fall down but it won't make a sound.
Hold yourself when they attack, and hold yourself and don't look back.
Hold yourself when they attack, and hold yourself and don't look back.
Hold yourself when they attack, and hold yourself and don't look back.
Hold yourself when they attack, hold yourself and don't look back,
No more shall we pray for peace
Never ever ask them why
No more shall we stop their visions
Of selfdestructing genocide
Dogs on leads march to war
Go ahead end it all...
Blow up the world
The final silence
Blow up the world
I don't give a damn!
Screams of terror, panic spreads
Bombs are raining from the sky
Bodies burning, all is dead
There's no place left to hide
Dogs on leads march to war
Go ahead end it all...
Blow up the world
The final silence
Blow up the world
I don't give a damn!
(A voice was heard from the battle field)
"Couldn't care less for a last goodbye
For as I die, so do all my enemies
There's no tomorrow, and no more today
So let us all fade away..."
Upon this ball of dirt we lived
Darkened clouds now to dwell
Wasted years of man's creation
The final silence now can tell
Dogs on leads march to war
Go ahead end it all...
Blow up the world
The final silence
Blow up the world
I don't give a damn!
When he was younger he could rumble like a hurricane
And leave you lying with a hunger for some novocaine
Hit the switch on the lights in a heartbeat
Just like your worst nightmare with a mean streak
But all the talent and the money's only gonna breed
Every Queen every King you're ever gonna need
And they'll be nothing of the man and the legacy
By the time that they get through
Every time you close your eyes you see your memory
'Boy you dream a lot'
Cause you're really not that man you used to be
When he was younger he could rumble like a hurricane
But now he stands out like a puddle in the pouring rain
Trying hard to chase an ever fading memory
Before the days of grace are never gonna be
So gather round and buy a ticket for the funeral
Bring your camera and flowers for the general
Verse 1:
There was a decorated general with a heart of gold
That likened him to all the stories he told
Of past battles won and lost and legends of old
A seasoned veteran in his own time
On the battlefield, he gained respectful fame
With many medals of bravery and stripes to his name
He grew a beard as soon as he could to cover the scars on his face
And bravely urged his men on
But on the eve of a great battle, with the infantry in dream
The old general tossed in his sleep and wrestled with it's meaning
He awoke from the night to tell what he had seen
And walked slowly out of his tent
All the men held tall with their chests in the air
With a courage in their blood and a fire in their stare
It was a gray morning and they wondered how they would fare
'Til the old general told them to go home
He said
Bridge:
I have seen the others, and I have discovered
That this fight is not worth fighting
And I've seen their mothers, and I will no other
To follow me where I'm going
Chorus:
Take a shower and shine your shoes
You got no time to lose, you're a young man you must be living
Take a shower and shine your shoes
You got no time to lose, you're a young man you must be living
Go now, you are forgiven
Verse 2:
But the men stood fast with their guns on their shoulders
Not knowing what to do with the contradicting orders
The general said he would do his own duty, but he would extend it no further
The men could go as they pleased
But not a man moved, their eyes gazed straight ahead
'Til one by one they stepped back and not a word was said
And the old general was left with his own words echoing in his head
He then prepared to fight
He said
Bridge:
I have seen the others, and I have discovered
That this fight is not worth fighting
And I've seen their mothers, and I will no other
To follow me where I'm going
Chorus:
Take a shower and shine your shoes
You got no time to lose, you're a young man you must be living
Take a shower and shine your shoes
You got no time to lose, you're a young man you must be living
Go now, you are forgiven
Bridge 2:
Go now you are forgiven
Go now you are forgiven
Go now you are forgiven
Go now you are forgiven
Go now you are forgiven
Go now you are forgiven
Go now you are forgiven
Go now you are forgiven
Go now you got to be, got to be, got to be, got to be, got to be
Ayo, Ayo, I run with real niggas who kill niggas
Whose dreed is longer then niggas and pot is filled
(Cottons are peeled yo) Bank holders forming a shank holder
Driving costly shit, Speak in slang, Leaning like hangovers
The glide'n, We vibe'n, We take you to the Brownsville
Drive to the West side to S.I. so dress fly
True valence, Living my talents, I learned to cook clean
And swing and bling yo, And murder for thousands, Yep
A rap pharaoh who arrow got poison in it, (Boys get it who stunt)
You know I'm General like Colin Powell
Meet the new team on the street, Formulated by long waited
A strong operation for more, Come like Sampson
Kill like a thousand off one bone
And walk up on my mansion dipped, Flip the mobile phone
Flip niggas, I promise we hit big timers
Bury some men, Niggas say it's cold when I switch climates
(Ayo, It's real rap need ya nigga, Go in)
I told men it's only one nigga that's left, He rock a gold M
Mercy ya lago egg, His leg flooded