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Jonathan Niven "Jon" Cryer (born April 16, 1965) is an American actor, screenwriter, television director, and film producer. Born into a show business family, Cryer made his motion picture debut as a teenaged photographer in the 1984 romantic comedy No Small Affair; his breakout role came in 1986, playing "Duckie" Dale in the John Hughes-written film Pretty in Pink. In 1998, he wrote and produced the independent film Went to Coney Island on a Mission from God... Be Back by Five.
Although Cryer gained fame with his early film roles, it took several years to find success on television; none of his star vehicles, including The Famous Teddy Z, Partners, and The Trouble with Normal, lasted more than 22 episodes. In 2003, Cryer was cast as Alan Harper on the CBS sitcom Two and a Half Men, for which he won two Primetime Emmy Awards in 2009 and 2012. Cryer received a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame for Television in 2011.
Cryer's other film appearances include Hiding Out (1987), Hot Shots (1991), Tortured (2008), Shorts (2009), and Hit by Lightning (2014). He also has a recurring role in the CBS drama series, NCIS, playing Dr. Cyril Taft.
Actors: Torrence Hall (miscellaneous crew), Billy 'Sly' Williams (producer), Billy 'Sly' Williams (actor), Tucker Smallwood (actor), Scott Putman (producer), Daniel Quinn (actor), Leigh Rose (actress), Leigh Rose (actress), Kevin Rankin (actor), Nirvana Adams (miscellaneous crew), Terri Middleton (costume designer), John Mayall (composer), Stephen David Brooks (director), Stephen David Brooks (editor), Stephen David Brooks (writer),
Genres: Comedy, Crime,Actors: Brenda Bruce (actress), Donald Pleasence (actor), Dudley Simpson (composer), Oengus MacNamara (actor), Alfred Jarry (writer), Paul Kafno (director), Gyearbuor Asante (actor), Paul Toothill (actor), Bunny Reid (actor), John Evitts (actor), Jacqueline Delhaye (actress), Gerald Moon (actor),
Genres: Fantasy,Our limits of the infinite have never been defined
Spirit lies in atrophy in a state too late to unwind
Trophies on the back shelf procreating all our race
Ideals of our fantasies on which all things are based
Collecting every prospect, run them through your texts
With Mallachian expressions they end up like the rest
In glass booths they're wired with needles in their flesh
Pickled for posterity and eternally refreshed
So link yourself to others, talk yourself to sleep
It's all so superficial, no use for you to weep
No use for you to weep, no use for you to weep
No use for you to weep, no use for you to weep
No use for you to weep, no use for you to weep
So place your trust in science for it has come so far
Where necromancy lives forever preserved within a jar
Where necromancy lives forever preserved within a jar
Necromancy lives forever preserved within a jar
Necromancy lives forever preserved within a jar
Necromancy lives forever preserved within a jar
Necromancy lives forever preserved within a jar