Spool can mean one of the following:
Plot
When a troubled teen stumbles upon an ancient book he is confronted with his past, present and future through the life and death of a young African Prince. Now he must take actions to alter his fate or succumb to the same fate as the prince before him.
When in a boy lies prince-hood, it is his alone to claim or destroy.
Omar: Did anybody ever tell you you look like Beyonce?
Plot
Follows a day in the life of two men living at either end of the music game. A successful rapper, A-Maze, is dealing with the pitfalls and trappings of his success and facing new challenges in the music business to get a check while the other, Young Eastie, is a young man struggling in a harsh world that is threatening to destroy him.
Keywords: music-business, one-day, profanity, rapper, violence
Plot
Reverend Alexander Algernon Ford returns to England to reopen the Old Souls Church near Carfax Abbey. But, Reverend Ford turns out to be a vampire disguising himself as a minister. With the help of three green faced ghouls and a hunchback assistant, named Spool, Reverned Ford begins to make some plans for the descendants of the Ford family. Reverend Ford gives the vampire bite to his granddaughter Anna Ford and he makes Anna drug her husband Graham Ford so the green faced ghouls can suck his blood. Reverend Ford's cousin, Susan, is taken captive used as a breeder for vampire babies, while his quiet wife, Candace, is used as a private blood bank. Trouble starts when Susan's boyfriend Paul tries to set her free which leads to more complicated matters for Reverend Ford.
Keywords: blood, cemetery, england, gore, hunchback, independent-film, nudity, vampire, violence
Sexually Rampant Ghouls, Depraved Souls... And Blood-Red Roses!
Filmed in the graveyards of England
in Bone-Chilling Color
Plot
This film features former Beatle John Lennon and Roy Kinnear as ill-fated enlisted men in under the inept command of Lieutenant Earnest Goodbody. The story unwinds mostly in flashbacks of Lieutenant Goodbody who has lower-class beginnings and education which make him a poor officer who commands one of the worst units of the army.
Keywords: 1940s, anti-war, army, based-on-book, based-on-novel, battle, black-humor, breaking-the-fourth-wall, british, british-army
"There have been far too many unwounded prisoners taken in this war!"
"What we want is more humane killers!"
"There's been some marvelous advances in surgery, thanks to war!"
If You Think Richard Lester's 'How I Won The War' Is Just Another War Film, Forget It...
Gripweed: And I'm not a thief, really. I've never found anything worth keeping.
Grapple: Never underrate the wily Pathan. What we're going on to now is the wily Pathan, followed the use of and handling of anti-gas carpet. The Pathan lives in India. India is a hot, strange country. It's full of wily Pathans and they're up to wily things, which is why I always wear spurs, even in cold weather. Now, my advice to you is always to keep your rifle strapped to a suitable portion of your body - your leg is good. Otherwise, you'll find the wily Pathan will strip himself mother-naked, grease himself all over - slippery as an eel - make off with your rifle, which is a crime. Any questions so far, or can we take gas?::Goodbody: Sir, has the pathan gone over to Hitler, sir?::Grapple: Grammar school boy?::Goodbody: Sir.::Grapple: No, he has not. Too wily for that, the wily Pathan, you'll find.::Goodbody: Then shall we be fighting him in this war, sir?::Grapple: Of course we will, boy! The British Army has always fought the wily Pathan. Stripped mother-naked, under the tent brailings like a snake, he is.::Goodbody: Why?::Grapple: [increasingly annoyed] Why, what? Why, what? We want to get on to gas. May save your life one day, gas.::Goodbody: Er, why has the British Army always fought the wily Pathan, sir?::Grapple: [very incensed] Because he's just like you are, a damn wily troublemaker! What's your name in full? How did you get into an O.C.T.U. without knowing your history? [sigh] God help your men. They'll be torn apart by the wily Pathan.
Grapple: That's the way to beat the Hun - dig in, then break through with sword and lance. [slight pause] I think.
Goodbody: [talking aloud to himself] I can't, I fear, I can't march properly on my own, as an officer, in the public eye.::Juniper: [sitting in back of a truck, smoking, holding a broom] Isn't that sickening when that happens to a chap? Couldn't your drill instructor do something about it? Like a quick jab up the crotch with a broom bass? [holds up broom]
Clapper: You married?::Gripweed: No, I play the harmonica.
Grapple: [standing atop a desert fortification] Fourth Muskets, aren't you?::Goodbody: [on the ground] Sir.::Grapple: Been expecting you. I'm your link to Army. Blue, white, and two reds.::Goodbody: I'm green, green, green, sir.::Grapple: Oh ho ho ho, I know you are.
Gripweed: Well, our officer calls me up and he says to me, he says, "Musketeer Gripweed..." He was a tall chap, some would call him weedy. I did. He said to me, and bear in mind that we were some few hundred miles behind enemy lines. He said, "green, green, green," so I did.
Juniper: [enters scene dressed as a clown, pulling a hobby horse, as if acting a scene] Will you take my horse, sir?::Transom: [to Goodbody] Take no large notice, sir. He is working what is known as ticket, sir. Keeps the lads amused. [Clapper, Drouge, and Spool join Juniper, dressed normally] Pick those bits up, Gripweed! [joining the scene] Where's your tin hat gone, Juniper?::Juniper: Losing by neglect, sir!::Transom: If I catch you without your tin hat in a battle zone again, I'll ram it down your throat!::Clapper: Losing by neglect, one mess tin.::Juniper: One mess tin!::Transom: Did you have your name on it? [aside, to Goodbody] Take no notice, sir.::Juniper: Scratched on!::Goodbody: Pull these...::Clapper: Scratched on?::Goodbody: ...men together!::Juniper: Scored it!::Transom: How dare you disfigure government property? Six days royal warrant. March him off, Musket Major. Two men! [exeunt Juniper, Clapper, Drogue, and Spool]::Transom: [to Goodbody] Ought to camouflage up, sir, or go - or go get the scrim up, sir, if you're stopping. Us in our, uh, vests here, sir. Exposed to all manner of nasty -::Goodbody: [interrupting, angry but calm] I'm going to explode, but I won't. I think the roller, don't you? [walks to background]
Juniper: [re-enters scene still dressed as a clown, Drogue, Spool, Gripweed, and Clapper in tow] Bayonet!::Transom: Bayonet?::Spool: Where's your bayonet?::Juniper: Must have left it sticking in the enemy, sir!::Spool: Spur!::Juniper: Where?::Transom: Where's your spur?::Juniper: Must have left it sticking in the horse, sir!::Goodbody: [calls out] Two men! [exeunt players]::Goodbody: [walks back to Transom and ex-Dooley, points his finger at ex-Dooley, shouting] There! On the end of my finger!::Gripweed: [re-enter players] Finger!::Juniper: Finger?::Gripweed: Musketeer Juniper, where's your finger?::Juniper: Must have left it sticking up the Khyber Pass, sir!::Transom: Self-inflicted injury! March him off, Musket Major! Two - wait for it! [pause, players posed as if frozen while running] Two men! [exeunt players]
Clapper: What we want is more humane killers!
Turn another turn...
Turn another turn, sp00L...
I think therefore I am, familiar to most?
How long did we eat the seed planted by our host?
4 billion years between our ears
still hatred brings us many tears
Still we judge each other...
Why when we're only looking for the same high?
Grind time for old misconceptions.
Roll out new scenery as per suggestion.
Won't salute you. Won't desert you.
Won't be a prisoner of assumption anymore.
Does language define us? Is reality... words?
How far do we appear to be...
is the measure of... scope. But...
with our junkie soul, we face the need,
of nature's planned dependency.
Don't hold contempt for ecstasy
just... mourn the dead... on the (national) screen,
mourn the dead... on the screen, mourn the dead...
on the screen, mourn the dead... while they scream!!!
Grind time for old misconceptions.
Roll out new scenery as per suggestion.
Won't salute you. Won't desert you.
sp00L
Turn another turn!
Turn another turn!
sp00L
Turn another turn!
Don't need persuading by the status quo.
We can make changes.
If we open up we'll see... the history they sell us
holds the structure firm, reinforce the mold.
We need to strip it all away....
and let the sp00L turn, turn,
another turn,
another turn.
Watch it turn, watch it turn. What we'll learn.
Grind time for old misconceptions.
Roll out new scenery as per suggestion.
Won't salute you. Won't desert you.
sp00L
Turn another turn!
Turn another turn!
sp00L
Turn another turn!
Push away what they're selling me,
realize what we need to be.
Focus on a strategy to
open up our minds and then,