Khari

Fate (2004)

Actors: Khari Ajene (actor), Bobby Peoples (actor), Khari Ajene (producer), Khari Ajene (writer), Khari Ajene (director), Khari Ajene (editor), Francesca Forte (actress), Pheola Epps (actress), Molly Mazeika (actress), Carson Shaw (actress), Samira Nikain (actress), Nicole Nickson (actress), Amy Goodnight (actress), Pamela Lovett (actress),

Genres: Drama,

25th Hour (2002)

Actors: Jon Kilik (producer), Spike Lee (producer), Marc H. Simon (actor), Barry Pepper (actor), Alexander Emmert (actor), Anna Paquin (actress), Coati Mundi (actor), Edward Norton (actor), Brian Cox (actor), Jason Horton (actor), Philip Seymour Hoffman (actor), Tony Devon (actor), Rosario Dawson (actress), Edward Norton (producer), Tobey Maguire (producer),

Plot: The 25th Hour depicts the last day of freedom for a young man before he begins serving a seven-year jail term for drug dealing. Prowling through the city until dawn with his two close male friends and his girlfriend, he is forced to re-examine his life and how he got himself into his predicament, which leads to a shocking, disturbing finale.

Keywords: ambiguity, animal-abuse, anxiety, arab-slur, assault, bar, bare-breasts, based-on-novel, basketball, bathroom-mirror
Genres: Crime, Drama,
Taglines: This life was so close to never happening Can you change your whole life in a day? One wrong choice... one last night... 24 hours to live a lifetime

Quotes:

[first lines]::Monty Brogan: Look at this. He's alive.::Kostya Novotny: This dog, how you call it? Bull pit?::Monty Brogan: No, Pit-Bull. But that's not a pit bull. I don't know, I don't know what he is. I bet he lost somebody some money though. Give me your gun.::Kostya Novotny: Shooting him?::Monty Brogan: Yeah.

Monty Brogan: Champagne for my real friends, and real pain for my sham friends.

Jakob Elinsky: What do we say to him?::Frank Slaughtery: We say nothin'. The guy's going to hell for seven years, what are going do wish him luck?

Jakob Elinsky: I kissed her.::Frank Slaughtery: You what?::Jakob Elinsky: My student. I, I kissed her.::Frank Slaughtery: Who are you trying to be... R. Kelly?

Jakob Elinsky: Jesus Christ!::Frank Slaughtery: Yeah.::Jakob Elinsky: Yeah, the New York Times says the air is bad down here.::Frank Slaughtery: Well, fuck the Times... I read the Post.::Frank Slaughtery: EPA says it's fine.::Jakob Elinsky: Well, somebody's lying.

Frank Slaughtery: You know what a man should never ask in a Victoria's Secret shop, Jake?::Jakob Elinsky: What?::Frank Slaughtery: "Does this come in children's sizes?"

Marcuse: You know, it's funny - I don't see you picking up the phone to sell those contracts, and I'm pretty sure I just heard your daddy come over here and cut off your allowance, so I'm a little surprised. You're not gonna disobey a direct order, are you?::Frank Slaughtery: You know, Marcuse... do I come into your bedroom and tell you how to blow your boyfriend? No. Go away.

Phelan: Uhm, Sally's looking for a high number... two hundred and eighty thousand is their call.::Frank Slaughtery: Fuck Salamon Brothers.::Phelan: Fuck, uh... fuck Salamon Brothers?::Frank Slaughtery: Yeah, fuck Salamon Brothers... they're hedging their bets, they want everybody on their side of the fence.::Phelan: Uhm, what's the big deal with the unemployment number anyway?::Frank Slaughtery: Fellan...::Phelan: It's, uh... Phelan.::Frank Slaughtery: Whatever, look... more jobs means fewer people looking for work, means it's harder to find good people to fill those jobs, means you gotta raise wages to get them, means inflation goes up. You got it?::Phelan: Yeah.::Frank Slaughtery: No, I didn't think so. That's why I'm doing what I'm doing and you're handing out junk mail.

Frank Slaughtery: You know, you're wearing a striped shirt with a striped tie, you know that, right?::Phelan: Yeah, I do it for the ladies.::Frank Slaughtery: Oh - the ladies ever tell you that you look like a fucking optical illusion?::Phelan: Yeah?::Frank Slaughtery: Go away, disappear... come on.::Phelan: I'm outta here.

[Monty standing in the men's bathroom, talking to himself in a mirror with "FUCK YOU!" written on it]::Monty Brogan: Yeah, fuck you, too. Fuck *me*? Fuck *you*, Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it. Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back. Fuck the squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car - get a fucking job! Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. SLOW THE FUCK DOWN! Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped-up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35. Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English? Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and schemin'. Go back where you fucking came from! Fuck the black-hatted Chassidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds! Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gekko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for FUCKING LIFE! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Worldcom! Fuck the Puerto Ricans. Twenty to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin' parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, 'cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good. Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, their St. Anthony medallions, swinging their Jason Giambi Louisville Slugger baseball bats, trying to audition for "The Sopranos." Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermès scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart! Fuck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take five steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the fuck on! Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus-violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust! Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it, fuck J.C.! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in fuckin' Otisville, J.! Fuck Osama Bin Laden, al-Qaeda, and backward-ass cave-dwelling fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fuel fire in hell. You towel-headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal Irish ass! Fuck Jacob Elinsky. Whining malcontent. Fuck Francis Xavier Slaughtery my best friend, judging me while he stares at my girlfriend's ass. Fuck Naturelle Riviera, I gave her my trust and she stabbed me in the back, sold me up the river, fucking bitch. Fuck my father with his endless grief, standing behind that bar sipping on club sodas, selling whisky to firemen, and cheering the Bronx Bombers. Fuck this whole city and everyone in it. From the row-houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avenue, from the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in Soho. From the tenements in Alphabet City to the brownstones in Park Slope to the split-levels in Staten Island. Let an earthquake crumble it, let the fires rage, let it burn to fucking ash and then let the waters rise and submerge this whole rat-infested place.::[pause]::Monty Brogan: No. No, fuck you, Montgomery Brogan. You had it all, and you threw it away, you *dumb* *fuck*!