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Stanley Kirk Burrell (born March 30, 1962), better known by his stage name MC Hammer (or simply Hammer), is an American rapper, entrepreneur, and actor. He had his greatest commercial success and popularity from the late 1980s until the mid-1990s. Remembered for a rapid rise to fame before filing bankruptcy, Hammer is also known for his hit records (such as "U Can't Touch This"), flamboyant dance movements and trademark Hammer pants. Hammer's superstar-status made him a household name and pop icon. He has sold more than 50 million records worldwide.
Burrell also became a preacher during the late 1990s, was a television show host and dance judge, is a record label CEO, and as of 2008 works as a co-creator of a dance website called DanceJam, while still performing concerts at music venues and assisting with other social media, ministry and outreach functions. In addition, he was executive producer of his own reality show called Hammertime which aired on the A&E Network during the summer of 2009. Prior to becoming ordained, Hammer signed with Suge Knight's Death Row Records by 1995.
Plot
In the run-up to World War Two, Ernie Wiseman, a precocious and confident child performer, is signed up by influential impresario Jack Hylton. In Morecambe, pushy stage mum Sadie Bartholomew drags her slightly reluctant son Eric, an eccentric dancer, from one audition to the next until he too becomes a client of Hylton. The boys do not get on at first but Sadie sees a way to exploit their cross-talk and they form a bantering double act as Morecambe and Wise. After war service they become successful on stage and on radio but their attempt to crack the new medium of television is a disaster because they have been forced to accept a script which will make their Northernness acceptable to Southern viewers. They split up. However Sadie knows the formula that once worked and pushes Eric, now married to dancer Joan, into contacting Ernie. They decide to reform, on their own terms, into the act that would become one of the most successful television pairings ever.
Sadie Bartholomew: Do you know what's holding 'em back?::George Bartholomew: The War?
Eric Morecambe: Was it dark?::Ernie Wise: Was what dark?::Eric Morecambe: Hiding in Churchill's cigar box until the War was over.
[Arthur is being carried off stage]::Ernie Wise: Poor Arthur.::Eric Morecambe: He must've tripped over Des O'Connor.
Eric Morecambe: What do you think of it so far?::Audience Member: Rubbish!
[Eric's mother is pushing him into a career as a dancer, but his heart isn't in it. He has just won a children's talent competition doing an embarrassing song-and-dance routine]::George Bartholomew: [conspiratorially, to Eric] Never mind, son. Happen you'll lose next time.::Sadie Bartholomew: [grimly] I heard that!
[Eric has just learned that he has won the Jack Hylton audition and will be taking part in the "Youth Takes a Bow" stage show, touring the country alongside Ernie Wise]::Young Eric: Touring the country? When will I see my mates?::Sadie Bartholomew: You'll make new mates - Variety mates - mates with a bit of something about them.::Young Eric: I don't want Variety mates. I've got a gang here - *and* an air-gun!::Sadie Bartholomew: Eric, d'you want to be tied to a whistle all your life, like your dad?::Young Eric: Well...::Sadie Bartholomew: Eric, listen to me. You make people laugh, you're a lovely dancer, and you can hold a tune. But *more* than that, and I mean this as the mother who carried you and nursed you and raised you, you aren't any good at anything else.
[Eric and Ernie have just done their first television show and it has received very poor newspaper reviews. Even Eric's mother thinks it was a disaster]::Sadie Bartholomew: [shouting] I can't show me face outside the house! I think we're going to have to move! I told you time and time again to trust your own material! I drummed it into you! And what do you do the moment me back's turned? You forget *everything*!::[Eric walks off and finds his dad sitting alone]::Eric Morecambe: Can I borrow your bike?::George Bartholomew: Where are you planning on going?::Eric Morecambe: Anywhere that they don't have televisions.::George Bartholomew: You could try Barrow-on-Furness. You'll soon be back - people'll forget.::Eric Morecambe: They won't forget this.::[Eric shows George a newspaper cutting of a TV critic's article]::Eric Morecambe: Here, read that.::George Bartholomew: "Definition of a TV - the box they buried Morecambe and Wise in last night". You know what I think. There's nothing harder to find than yesterday's paper.
[Eric and his mother discuss the disastrous TV series]::Sadie Bartholomew: How long are you going to keep this up - this sulking malarkey. You used to sulk when I made you wear that schoolboy outfit - right up till when it got you a big laugh.::Eric Morecambe: Television isn't about dressing up as a schoolboy and singing, you know.::Sadie Bartholomew: Well it certainly isn't about being funny. Not if what I saw you two do is anything to go by.::Eric Morecambe: [sarcastically] Don't go easy on me just because we're related, will you.::Sadie Bartholomew: I don't know how to soft-pedal - it's not in me nature.::Eric Morecambe: You don't have to tell me that.::Sadie Bartholomew: I'm hard on you because you and Ernie are better than that. When I saw you on that television show, doing that *tripe*... Biggest break? Your chance? You forgot everything. You and Ernie *know* what's funny. You know what plays funny, you know what tells funny. You must have known deep-down that material was not funny.::Eric Morecambe: What d'you want me to say?::Sadie Bartholomew: You could start by telling me I'm right.::[Ernie is lost for words. He knows his mother is right but he can't admit it]::Eric Morecambe: I'm sorry if you feel we've let you down.::Sadie Bartholomew: I'll get over it. Will you?
[Sadie is searching frantically under the bed and emerges holding a suitcase full of papers]::George Bartholomew: What the bloody hell are you doing?::Sadie Bartholomew: Finding them new material. I'll get Eric to go round to Ernie's tomorrow. Bash their heads together.::George Bartholomew: No, Sadie!::Sadie Bartholomew: What do you mean, "no"? Push, push, push. That's what I do. It's what our Eric needs.::George Bartholomew: Well maybe it's time you stopped pushing.::Sadie Bartholomew: You saying I pushed him into it?::George Bartholomew: Nobody's saying that, Sadie. You were right to push him and I'm glad you did. But... what I saying is... *He's* got to do the pushing now. *He's* got to go down to Ernie. He's got to do it for himself. He's got to *want* to do it himself.::Sadie Bartholomew: Well, beggar me! You don't put your foot down for twenty-five years of married life, and when you finally do, you're wrong!
[following their notorious TV show, Morecambe and Wise are now being placed *lower* on theatre bills than they were beforehand]::Ernie Wise: [ironically] Fourth on the bill. That's the magic of television.
Plot
Three friends on losing streaks: Adam, whose girlfriend dumped him, Nick, with a dead-end job and a cheating wife, and Lou, a suicidal alcoholic. To help Lou recover from car-exhaust poisoning, Adam and Nick, with Adam's nephew Jacob, go to a winter resort that was their old party place. It's now a dump, but the lads rally for a night of drinking in the hot tub. Somehow, the hot tub takes them back to 1986, on a fateful night for each of them. Maybe if they do everything the same way they did that night, they'll get back to the future so Jacob can be born. There are serious temptations to do things differently. Will they make it back to their sorry lives? And what about Jacob?
Keywords: 1980s, 2010, 2010s, adultery, afro, alcohol, alcoholic, alternate-timeline, alternative-history, anachronism
Kick Some Past
Jacob: [from trailer] Do I really gotta be the asshole who says we got in this thing and went back in time?
Blaine: America!
Lou: Outta my way stool
Jacob: For your information, I've had a lot of girlfriends. Hot ones.::Lou: You have had lots of boyfriends. Gay ones.
Lou: [to Jacob, while Lou is shocked that the former does not have ritalin] Don't fuckin' lie to me, every one of you people have ritalin.
Jacob: [to Lou] I have some Ativan but it's different.::Lou: Well, let's stick it up our asses!::Jacob: It's not a suppository!::Lou: It doesn't matter. You crush it up, put it in a paper towel, run it under some warm water, and you stick it right up your ass. That works!
Lou: I wanna fuck something!
Jacob: [Refferring to Lou] Do you remember when I was 12 and he tried to bite me.::Adam: Yeah, but you had that coming.
Nick, Lou, Adam: [Repeated line, whispered] Great White Buffalo.
Lou: It's called male bonding okay. Haven't you even seen 'Wild Hogs'?
Plot
Jaffawiye tells the story of System Ali, a young fresh hip hop band from Jaffa, who through their music find peace and togetherness, in a part of Israel where racial prejudice and political assimilation are on the daily agenda. Singing in Arabic, Hebrew and Russian, System Ali deal with the problems of the young generation living in Jaffa and through their music manage to overcome their cultural and political difference. On the verge of embarking upon a journey beyond the borders of Jaffa, System Ali take their first steps out of their usual surroundings and into, what they define as the music capital of Israel, Tel Aviv.
Keywords: friendship, independent-film, interview, jewish, muslim, politics, prejudice, racism, violence
An Arab-Jewish hip hop band manage to overcome their political differences in Israel.
Everyone knows who he is. Now find out how he got there.
You know who he is. Now find out how he got there.
Plot
Alex Danko descends into the ultra-violent underworld of extreme martial-arts to find his brother's killer with the help of hardened Detective Ramirez and his brother's alluring ex-lover in this post-apocalyptic allegory of greed and revenge set in in 2050 Los Angeles.
Keywords: action-hero, battle, beretta, black-belt, blood, blood-spatter, brawl, chop-socky, combat, direct-to-video-sequel-to-theatrical-movie
Plot
Marcy is an assistant to Senator John McGlory, who is having problems with a re-election campaign. Desperate for Irish votes, McGlory's chief of staff Nick sends Marcy to Ireland to trace McGlory's relatives or ancestors. Marcy arrives at the village of Ballinagra when it is preparing for an annual Matchmaking Festival. A well-dressed, handsome and single young lady, she becomes the center of attention for two professional matchmakers, Dermot and Millie, as well as for bartender Sean.
Keywords: aran-islands-ireland, boston-massachusetts, bus, bus-accident, contest, dancer, election, festival, genealogy, independent-film
A comedy for the incurably unromantic.
A bright and breezy comedy (Video Australia)
For thousands of years in rural Ireland, love has been arranged the old-fashioned way . . . but this time . . . Matchmaking has finally met its match (Video Australia)
A romantic comedy for the unromantic (Video Australia)
The most successful matchmaker in Ireland is about to hit a brick wall.
Marcy Tizard: Wow, he must really like that dog...
Moira Kelly: It's like gum in your hair. It comes out eventually.
Sean Kelly: Sometimes the easy way out is the right way out.
Marcy Tizard: Is being an idiot like being high all the time?::Sean Kelly: No, it's like being constantly right.
Marcy Tizard: Oh yes, I'm so very Mary Tyler Moore, everyone says so.
Sean Kelly: If you lay a hand on me again, I'll be mailing it back to you.
Marcy Tizard: I... I... I long to fax someone::Sean Kelly: I have a fax.::Marcy Tizard: [gasps] You do!
Marcy Tizard: It's so beautiful here. If it just had the New York Times, it would be perfect.
Sarah Kelly: You should come to the dance, Marcy, come and have a bit o' craic.::Marcy Tizard: Crack?::Sarah Kelly: Yah, it's brilliant craic.::Marcy Tizard: By crack I'm assuming that you don't mean incredibly hard drugs.::Sarah Kelly: Oh no! It just means havin' a laugh, like havin' a bit o' fun!
Dermot: There's a time in every relationship when you'll both bend over to pick something up and hit your heads together. Best to get it out of the way.
Outstripping anything you've ever seen!
[J-Live]
Straight from New York where black music was modernized
J-Live all wise and civilized
Always energized
All rights reserved and recognized
All rhymes supersized and come with fries
FOR THE FAT SHIT!
Stacked with fat backed opinions
Pinpoint accurate reflections
Timeless selections
For your listening pleasures
Where rhymes be the bars minutes or miles can measure
Can you believe I do this shit for a living?
Politic and positvin' and get paid for poems given
On records, tapes, cds, MP3s
Radios, shows in the states and overseas yo
It's I'll cuz my role models are my peers now
And my thoughts'll be in your ears for years now
I'm trying to play my cards right
Cuz despite joys and pains I felt
Several hands were dealt
Yet I live good, look good, eat good, dress good
Stroke good, rest good
Even if I didn't
I could think good, write good, spit good, rock good
No need to knock on wood
Know why? Cuz I'm a
[Chorus] 3x
"M.....C"
"E-M-C-E-E" [Rakim]
[J-Live]
Know why, cuz I'm a
Master of Ceremony
Making a Comeback and
Moving the Crowd with Mad Charisma
Most of y'all Cornballs
Mingle at Concerts
Making a Claim but you know who is the ["MC"]
More Concentration on My Cadence Might Cloud your mind
Controlling your Movement Capaciously
My Capacity to Massacre Crumbs
And Motive Change Most Certainly Makes you Consider me
Champion, Microphone is Consistently
Modelling Candor of Magnificence
See My Conduct is Mute to Cajolery
I Maintain with Clamency and Manificence
Cunning and Marvelous
Crafty yet Malevolent
To all Cultivators of Mindless Crap
I Really Recognize the Rude Ramblings of those Random Riff Raffs
Cuz they just Rap and I
Chorus 4x
"The M" *cut up*
"The C" *cut up*
"The MC" *cut up*
[J-Live]
I gonna let you in on how I ["C"]
On the day to the day doing what I do to these
["M"]-icroscopic sitopic ass
Now naysayers think they can stop it I
["M]-ake money and made money even when I
Couldn't make music, I was still makin dollars
And brace doubt, taking no as a vitamin
Constantly moving motivating and proving
Many are called but few get chosen
Clowns posing in a post and get frozen
More often than not I get hot like
["C"]4 on the stage blowing up the spot
Just for
Her, you and him, All of the Above
It's contagious how the crowd show me love
With a ["M"]-I-C in my hand
Coming to a venue to you, I better make you say
(Vex)
One time for the minds out there
Cypher verbal combat's got striker contact
To the head of the listener - I'm back
Elemental states of metamorphosis thought process drop
Mental blessed without recess, no stress
Come into my realm, snow desert and you wonder how sun is ice
Cool enough to bring the heat, I'm nice
Oblique as ice when I splice sound
I was born in the Northland, Alaska eatin rice
Whoa, lyrical dexterity like Bruce Lee
I create my own technique of speak, interceptin verbs sound superb
Phenomenal, touching every point and star in the sky
Astronimical, see in me the comical (?) like gas in a bottle
Full throttle with a flame at the top
Everlasting light is the bomb when we drop
So give a (?) the props
Mechanize divine inspiration through physical manifestation
Vibrations
Mental Calisthenics
Vibrations
Vibrations
Mental Calisthenics
(Vex)
I'm the walking black hole - sun
Generatin gravitational pull - from
Suspended animation I'm full, some
You're posin in the midst of the chosen - one
Golden child as I compile - sum
Of holy mathematics in my attic - none
Can contest the champion sound - done
Finished and final, I'm alive on arrival
Let the gates of Heavens change us
Strangers to the world's danger
Flash out your lighter, only turn on flamers
Fire - represent Christ, Almighty Sire
Take em higher, in my presence evil demons expire
Away to the dephts of hell
Workers of inequity as I sport Goretex and Timberland
Vortex, I'm vexed like God's wrath upon this evil nation
Feel the God Sound vibration
Mental Calisthenics
We doin Mental Calisthenics
Vibrations
Cause to me M.C. means Mental Calisthenics
Tri-State
Heads ain't ready
It's Armagheddon