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Christopher Julius "Chris" Rock III (born February 7, 1965) is an American comedian, actor, screenwriter, television producer, film producer, and director.
After working as a standup comic and appearing in small film roles, Rock came to wider prominence as as a cast member of Saturday Night Live in the early 1990s. He went on to more prominent film roles, and a series of acclaimed comedy specials for HBO.
He was voted in the US as the 5th greatest stand-up comedian of all time by Comedy Central. He was also voted in the UK as the 9th greatest stand-up comic on Channel 4's 100 Greatest Stand-Ups in 2007, and again in the updated 2010 list as the 8th greatest stand-up comic.
Rock was born in Andrews, South Carolina. Shortly after his birth, his parents moved to Crown Heights, Brooklyn, New York. A few years later, they relocated and settled in the working-class area of Bedford-Stuyvesant, Brooklyn. His mother, Rosalie (née Tingman), was a teacher and social worker for the mentally handicapped; his father, Julius Rock, was a former truck driver and newspaper deliveryman. Julius died in 1988 after ulcer surgery. His younger brothers Tony, Kenny and Jordan are also in the entertainment business. His older half-brother, Charles, died in 2006 after a long struggle with alcoholism. Rock has said that he was influenced by the performing style of his paternal grandfather, Allen Rock, a preacher.
Actors: Carlos Gómez (actor), Bobby Lee (actor), Charles Fleischer (actor), Snoop Dogg (actor), Corey Feldman (actor), Clint Howard (actor), Dr. Dre (actor), Todd Bridges (actor), W. Earl Brown (actor), Dennis Burkley (actor), Andy Dick (actor), Carson Daly (actor), Tommy Chong (actor), Kurt Loder (actor), Tommy Lee (actor),
Plot: Hollywood comedian/actor Pauly Shore loses everything: his house, nobody in Hollywood wants to represent him, he moves back home with his mom and is now parking cars at the Comedy Store. Then one night when he's up in his mom's loft, a dead famous comedian appears who tells Pauly to kill himself cause he'll go down as a comedic genius who died before his time. Pauly then fakes his own death, and the media goes crazy. Celebrities are talking about him on MTV and girls are fighting over him on Jerry Springer. It's everything that he wanted...his plan worked. A week or so later the LAPD is tipped off about his whereabouts and they break down the door of the seedy motel room that he's hiding out in and throw him in LA County's celebrity wing.
Keywords: actor-director, actor-name-in-title, actor-playing-himself, black-comedy, celebrity, character-name-in-title, claim-in-title, death, directed-by-star, faking-own-deathActors: Scott Prendergast (writer), Eric Fogel (actor), Eric Fogel (writer), Mike de Seve (actor), Greg Korin (actor), Karen Sztajnberg (editor), Abby Terkuhle (producer), Matt Noce (miscellaneous crew), Scott Sonneborn (writer), Scottie Ray (actor), Carl Paolino (miscellaneous crew), Jed Spingarn (writer), Kerry Williams (actress), Jim Conroy (actor), Emily Bauer (actress),
Plot: Animated clay figures Johnny Gomez and Nick Diamond host this show, which features a series of no holds barred, to-the-death wrestling matches between animated celebrities. Past matches include Marilyn Manson vs. Charles Manson, The Three Tenors vs. the Three Stooges, Howard Stern vs. Kathy Lee Gifford, and Mary-Kate vs. Ashley. The referee for each match is the unflappable Judge Mills Lane.
Keywords: blindness, blood, broken-arm, broken-back, broken-leg, cannibalism, catfight, clay-animation, death, deathmatch[Chris Rock]
Yo man, R&B; sucks!
I mean there's a couple of people that can flow
but for the most part, the genre sucks
Just a bunch of people singin over rap beats
Get a old rap record? Sing over it!
Now everybody talk about their label, label this, label that, hey
Smokey Robinson wasn't singin about Motown!
Listen, the Isley Brothers wasn't goin, 'Teaneck in the motherfuckin house!'
The Jacksons wasn't singin about Epic
because nobody gave a fuck!
Hey, it's time for a record! Here goes!
[music fades in]
Ladies and gentlemen, I am the Bluff Daddy
And this is a Black Boy exclusive
Black Boy make you jump for joy, Black Boy make you jump for joy
Sing!
I, like champagne (feels good to my brain baby)
Black
I, like champagne
What you drinkin?
(drink it in the rain)
I, love champagne
Say it
(say it once again)
I, like champagne
Yo baby you got any money?
[singer takes over]
Nigga I'm broke, and feelin kinda thirsty (too blad)
Just smoked a blunt, and, I, feel, the worst way (Black Boy)
My baby's father, brought me a case of St. Ide's (did you like it?)
I said, 'I don't drink that shit nigga, you better recognize!' (Cristal)
[Rock] Would you let the lady finish the song???!!! (big hats)
[singer takes over]
Now I'm a broke hoe with expensive tastes (you my hoe)
I got six ankle chains around my waist (who bought them for you baby)
Gotta get my sip on (get your sip on) cause that's my missi-on (you gotta get)
Gotta get my champagne on, or I'm gonna get my bitch on (that's right)
I, like champagne (feels good to my brain baby)
I, like champagne
Cristal!
(drink it in the rai-ai-in)
I, love champagne
Say it again
(say it once again)
I, like champagne (once again)
Ladies and gentlemen, Freedom Williams
[Freedom Williams]
Enter the Dom/e of Perignon, I never been crept upon
I'm on the mike and my word is bond (hoo hoo!)
I'm the top the pinnacle, the echelon
I'm never fallin (c'mon) and beat MC's with a baton
The conniseur, I'm gonna do her over dinner
(Black Boy make you jump for joy, Black Boy make you jump for joy)
I said fine cigars, fresh fish, Alize toast
(Black Boy make you jump for joy, Black Boy make you jump for joy)
My lifestyle's ghost, when you see true enlightened men
To MC's I incite and mend
[needle pulls across record and is cut off]
[Chris Rock] What? Motherfucker what the fuck?
[fight breaks out]
[sample of Run-D.M.C. saying "I'm the kiiiiiing" keeps repeating]
[Chris Rock] Fuck who the hell are you? "I'm the kiiiiiing"
I'm only gonna ask one last time
Who the fuck are you? "I'm the kiiiiiing"
Stop hitting me! Stop!
[machine gun fire]
Who da bumba claat?
"Ohhh shit"
For someone who is a Shaolin Monk
your Kung-Fu's really lousy!
[explosion, crackling glass]
Boy, I'm three generations deep, in gangsterdom