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In 2027, in a chaotic world where humans can no longer procreate, a former activist agrees to help transport a miraculously pregnant woman to a sanctuary at sea, where her child's birth may help scientists save the future of humankind.
Howard Spence (Sam Shepard) has seen better days. When he was younger he was a movie star, mostly in Westerns. At the age of sixty, Howard uses drugs, alcohol and young girls to avoid the painful truth that there are only supporting roles left for him to play. After yet another night of debauchery in his trailer, Howard gallops away on his movie horse in full cowboy regalia--fleeing from the film and his life. He soon arrives in Elko, Nevada, the place that he ran away from years before and where his 80 year-old mother (Eva Marie Saint) still lives. Mom tells Howard that more than twenty years ago a young woman called her up trying to locate Howard and she figures that the girl was pregnant. This child, now an adult, could be a ray of hope, a possible salvation from Howard's narcissistic and meaningless life. Meanwhile, the film shoot that Howard has abandoned is in chaos over his absence and the insurance company hires a private detective (Tim Roth) to find him.
Voices drifting into the lovers' room precipitate a young woman's downward spiral into the depths of her subconscious.
An ATF agent travels back in time to save a woman from being murdered, falling in love with her during the process.
Yep Roc is proud to introduce The Moaners, a female rock duo that manages to capture the unapologetic sexuality of Polly Jean Harvey with the raw amplified blues of the Fat Possum crowd. Featuring former Trailer Bride front woman Melissa Swingle and transplanted Baltimore punk drummer Laura King, The Moaners unleash a batch of hard love songs on their debut, Dark Snack. From the opening yowl of feedback that precedes the albums pounding opener,"Heart Attack,"to the sense of longing on "Talk About It" ("I know you dont want to talk about it theres too much to say"), this album is an exuberant expression of freedom and sexual emancipation from a distinctly female perspective. Whereas Swingles previous band, Trailer Bride, conjured visions of dark, Flannery OConnor-esque tales, moss-covered trees and mournful secrets, The Moaners are a rock band that are as comfortable invoking the spirit of Chapel Hill-born folk blues legend Elizabeth Cotton as doing their own reworking of "House of the Rising Sun" with lyrics inspired by a local rural joint, the Paradise Club. Swingles Mississippi-bred drawl wraps around the lyrics like a warm wind an instantly recognizable voice that can go from honeydrip sweet to searing in seconds flat. Check out the track "Terrier," where an exasperated Swingle snarls, "But you know, you aint no Great Dane?" It's the best dismissal of a pushy sort of, uh, overcompensating man you?ll ever hear. The two women cut a striking image on stage. Both brunettes, Swingle is tall and willow thin, usually sporting a huge pair of 70s-era Jackie O. shades, maintaining a sultry onstage aura of cool but all the while seeming like a kettle about to boil. Playing a tuned down hollow-body guitar and using loops and delays, her guitar sound is full and visceral the kind volume you can feel pulsing under your ribcage. Drummer King, whos been playing since age 11 (shes a vet of Baltimore bands Pedge, Headless and others), is a muscular, hard-hitting drummer who beats the hell out of her clear Vistalite bicentennial kit. They met when their former bands played a gig together King was playing in Grand National, a rock trio featuring fIREHOSEs Ed Crawford on guitar. Swingle was going through the dissolution of her marriage. "I was blown away by her drumming, Swingle recalls. I started writing songs to fit her drumming, which is very rock and roll. Basically, once we started playing, our styles collided and it became what it is. Were both self-taught, so its like a real natural feel. It was like, Forget the sad songs, its time to rock and roar." A collaborative effort fueled by estrogen and Sparks (a caffeinated malt liquor beverage the two started drinking during the recording of the album), King adds backing vocals and contributes lyrics; Swingle, also an accomplished artist, contributes to the visuals. The two make their own buttons and T-shirts and have already hit the road with everyone from pals the Drive-By Truckers to Wanda Jackson, as well as making a splash at Chicagos Estrojam festival. The sky is the limit, the road is truly their lady, and the chemistry is audible. There is nothing mournful about this music, Swingle says. This is music to crank up and drive around to!! These are the most rockin love songs Ive ever written not sweet ones. A lot of Trailer Bride was minor key, depressing music. Im happy with what weve got!
Heath Ledger plays the fabled romantic as a man who, after failing to win the affection of a particular Venetian woman, strives to discover the real meaning of love.
A conflicted son tells his racist father about his impending marriage to an African American woman.
A blind, ex-barber working in a china shop falls in love with a woman in search of the perfect mate. The odd couple plan a trip to Niagara Falls where they meet with a series of humorous misadventures.
These two sisters, both in their late 90's, love telling their stories to the camera.
Beth Orton is a famously good singer, as evidenced by the three albums that have so conspicuously built her worldwide reputation over the past decade. Not even that illustrious body of work, however, can properly prepare you for the extraordinarily personal, almost naked and most certainly honest emotional qualities of "Comfort of Strangers," Beth Orton's new album released in February 2006.
Its production values are deceptively uncomplicated. Deceptive, because the album's stripped-down sonics allow the emotional complexities of Beth Orton's performances - and particularly her premiership talents as a songwriter - to flourish; at times sad, funny, playful and poignant, romantic, always lyrical and on occasion even a touch sentimental. Indeed, coming after her opening trilogy of albums, "Comfort of Strangers" represents a total sense of reinvention, a fabulous alchemy resulting from a set of simple rules that Beth Orton decided for the new CD.