- It is as if I am looking at a ghost. You had that expression when you disappeared, and you still do now that you have reappeared. The child must be all grown up.
- She is a precious child. We will live quietly just like we have been doing.
- That would be best. But even if you shun the world, will it let you be? The wailing of this world will reach your ears in the end.
"Do you know how to train wild dogs? I will tell you, though. You tie up the Alpha dog, and kill its offspring one by one.Then it will bark like crazy at first, but eventually, it will wag its tail"**
- Where is my daughter?
- Stand down. I'm only trying to save this nation from further torment.
- To me, that child is my nation.
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original title·····검객 (geomgaeg)
language·········Korean
"I tell you secret. Secret of Imboca. Long before... Imboca no like now. Imboca pueblo de Cristo. Town of God. But no fish in ocean. So, we pray. But God, he no answer. Then come... Capitan Combarro. He say in great Pacific Ocean, discover gold. He say people fools. Pray to God who no answer prayer. He say he know God who bring fish... and more. I hear first time... new prayer. [Iä! Iä! Cthulhu fhtagn!.. Iä! Iä! Cthulhu fhtagn!.. Iä! Iä! Cthulhu fhtagn!..] All worship Dagon**... or die.."
- What's the matter with you fucking people? Why are you doing this? Why did they kill my friends?
- They kill you. Take your face. No one leave Imboca. They are changing. Changing to go into sea.
- Into what.. the sea?
- Who are you?
- I am Uxia. I've been waiting for you. You will live because you are mine. We will go soon to a beautiful place. You'll forget your world and your friends. There will be no time, no end, no today, no yesterday, no tomorrow... only the forever, and forever, and forever, without end. It is your fate, your destiny.···We had different mothers, but the same father. We are children of Dagon. You are my brother. You will be my lover... forever.
"We shall dive down through black abysses... and in that lair of the Deep Ones we shall dwell amidst wonder and glory for ever"
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original title·····Dagon, la secta del mar
language·········Spanish·English
"It was that deadly accident that ruined everything. I don't think I will be able to walk properly. My leg refuses to move. If the legs stop functioning the mind will be dead, Neither can I face people nor can I sit at home. I am getting restless doing nothing. If somebody looks at my face and asks me a question. I feel like running out of there. I can't even walk!"
"Is measuring lands and installing survey stones part of your Farmers Seva Scheme? The farming is done without proper analysis of the soil or rain. What seeds have you sown in the fields in the name of this intercropping? What fertilizers are being unloaded here? Which company does it belong to? In the name of this damn scheme, these sons of bitches filled our farmland! All these mountains are being drilled, the forest is cleared, and fields are filled. It is on top of our struggles and poverty that he is raising his black market. The attempt to invade the soul or soil of Maloor It must end right here! Get out of our soil! Our soil belongs to us! Our fields belong to us!"
"If we don't have schemes of our own, others will make us part of their schemes"
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original title·····പടവെട്ട്
language·········Malayalam
A story of a man who took back his life from where he thought he had lost. Film critically approaches the struggle and resistance against the systems of power and supremacy that intrude into the lives of ordinary Maloor villagers in North Malabar.
- Hello? Dr Kohlberg. I'm not doing so great. I'm seeing things and I'm hearing things.
- Where are you right now?
- I took a job as a Shomer** for the night.
- These things you're seeing, do you think that they're real?
- No, they can't be. Dr Kohlberg, the man who was living here and his wife, I think that they went crazy together, living in the house. She's got very bad dementia. And he was obsessed with demons.
- Demons? And is this what you think you've been seeing? Yacov, we talked about what happened to your little brother, about ptsd and your fears.
- I know. I'm trying to calm down.
- Yacov, tell me what it is that you're seeing.
- It's blurry. Like someone in the shadows.
"..once told me that these demons who destroy us...who are born between the days of creation given life but no soul and no form. These are not beings in the true sense of the word. They do not have a will, a connection to the higher power, but they are animalistic. These demons...they are parasites. In tractates Berakhot...the Mazzikim are interchangeable with the shedim. But I've spent the last five decades studying the one who followed me home from Buchenwald. I do not know where it came from originally, but what it has shown me, it is very, very old. I suppose it was lying in wait, hibernating in its way, in the forest. Dormant until my pain awakened it. The Mazzik appears as a figure with its head turned all the way around. It is damned to look backwards to stare in the past. I found an inscription in a text by Moses ben Shem Tov. It says the only way to escape the Mazzik is to burn its true face the first night it appears. But if you do not do this by dawn...it will never leave you. For me...this time has long passed. When I am gone...the Mazzik will find another broken person. Someone else chained to some terrible pain they cannot let go. When it finds its next host...it will slowly consume their soul just as it did to me. Chewing. Gnawing down through the spiritual aspects. The five essences of our soul. It worms its way through Nefesh, Ruach, Neshamah and Chayah. And finally to Yechidah. The direct link to Hashem. And so I make these tapes, I write it down, put it on the walls, explain it, in the hopes that whoever finds the Mazzik next won't be doomed...consumed... as I was"
- Mrs Litvak, what won't let me leave?
- The Mazzik. It's playing with you. The way a cat plays with a mouse. It wants your pain. If you run out, the Mazzik will make you crawl right back.
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languages·····English·Yiddish
The vigil referenced in the title is the Jewish religious ritual "Shemira". When member of the Jewish community dies, the body is watched from the time of death until burial by a shomer**, or watchman who recites the Psalms to comfort the deceased's soul and protect it from unseen evil.
"The whole villa seemed ravaged as if a hurricane had struck it during the night. I vaguely recalled motionless men in tuxedos who did not seem to understand me. They spoke in a language similar to mine but whose meaning I did not know. Neither did I recognize the sound of my own voice. Sara's letter suddenly came to mind. I had a vital mission. I recalled that Sara had told me to see de Corinthe at once as if someone's life was in danger. I no longer knew where I was. I was puzzled by the streets I hardly recognized this strange house. I feel... I'm going through the same places as if in a bad dream..."
"A vast empty beach in the distance the sea, breaking in successive sizzling waves. In the foreground, heavy red, half drawn theater curtains. Where from? What were they doing there? I was worried, in a useless, exaggerated way by the memory of this image as by a dream which recurs when the eyelids close. One feels it means something important. But one doesn't know what"**
- Here is her photo. Do you know her? Was she a regular?
- Her. I know her. She often came here. But she couldn't have been here last night.
- Why?
- It must be six or seven years since she died in an accident. She's the daughter of Professor Van de Reeves, a crazy old man experiments in spiritualism.
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original title·····La Belle captive
language·········French
- So far, it's the same method. You're the only witness. If you describe him, we can create a clear profile.
- He was about 5'8". Strong. Long face, square jaw. His right eye had a double lid. Is he really the high noon attacker?**
- You can bet on it. He's done it four times this month. Yamaguchi, Hiroshima, Okayama, Hyogo. This is his 11th reported crime. There are probably more rape cases that have gone unreported.
- A corpse is no longer human. It's just a thing. What's wrong with having my way with it?
- You're a monster.
- Yes, I'm.
- So Eisuke told you? When did he tell you? Did you forgive him?
- I wonder why he did it.
- If that had been all, I'd have forgiven him and married him.
- Married him? But Eisuke married me. He chose me.
- He didn't love you.
- He did love me. In his way.
- Then settle it yourself. Put a stop to his crimes.
- It may end, and it may not.
- He might do it again. Even now, as we speak.
- That's up to you. Tell the police. Do as you wish.
- Eisuke is your husband. You loved him. You still do.
- Yes. But love can't change people.
- Why not?
- If I had known that, I wouldn't have married him. Many women were murdered by the high noon attacker. They didn't even know Eisuke's name or what he was. I knew him well and even married him. Yet I'm still alive. I can't decide whether I love him or hate him.
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original title·····白昼の通り魔 (Hakuchū no tōrima)
language·········Japanese
**
Based on a true story of a serial killer who terrorized Kansai region in japan around 1957. The film portrays on the reactions and recollections of the serial killer's wife and his mistress. Directer uses this story to analyze the failures of the postwar period in Japan as regards to a lost idealism and decay in morals more so than to elicit an exciting manhunt. On the human side, it's more a strangely drawn out victim study of failed love, repression and a guilt trip.
- What do you know about zombification? The process of making zombies. The living dead. This is the death certificate of Christophe Durand and the doctor's report. Mr. Durand displayed negative pulse, no heartbeat, no respiration. no pupil dilation, no brain waves, no response to pain, and he was buried.** The date on that certificate is seven years ago. This photograph was taken one week ago at a clinic in Port-au-Prince, Haiti. That man is Christophe Durand. The same, and very much alive.
- Maybe Durand had a twin. Or hospital error. You know, right name, wrong corpse.
- No, we had it verified by Dr. Duchamp, the one who sent us the photographs. If you don't like "zombie", choose another word. But the fact is that somebody brought him back from the grave. And I wanna know how they did it.
- A drug. It has to be a drug then, right?
- Anesthesia. That's what I was thinking. A new anesthetic that could revolutionize medicine. Now, what if this zombie drug could be discovered? We don't have anything that can put somebody in, then back out, of death. And all we gotta do is go and get it.
- It was crazy. One minute to be in such beauty and peace the next surrounded by secret police, the Tontons Macoutes. Strangest of all, in the middle of all this I couldn't get my mind off the zombie, Christophe.··· Why would they do such a thing to him? Why would they make anybody a zombie?
- He was just a school teacher. No one important. But he wasn't afraid to speak out for the people for freedom. He was very much admired. That's why they made him what he is.···These people, They're not Haiti, they are mad dogs. The madness must stop.
"I remember it all. The coffin, the burial. I saw it all. I heard the dirt falling, falling over me. The darkness pressed me down. The bokor took my soul and sealed it away. He makes me do evil things. I'm no longer free. He sends me into people's dreams. It's a powder. A poison. It run through the skin to the soul"
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Inspired by The Serpent and the Rainbow: A Harvard Scientist's Astonishing Journey into the Secret Societies of Haitian Voodoo, Zombis, and Magic (.PDF)book by anthropologist and researcher Wade Davis, wherein he recounted his experiences in Haiti investigating the story of Clairvius Narcisse**, who was stated to have died in 1962 and later risen as a zombie by a local Haitian witch doctor.
Directed by Wes Craven (Scream 1/2/3/4 1996-2011, A Nightmare on Elm Street 1984, New Nightmare 1994, The Hills Have Eyes I. 1977 / II. 1984, The last house on the left 1972, Swamp Thing 1982, Shocker 1989, Cursed 2004)
- Seismic researchers, my ass! They've excavated something.
- What on earth did they dig up?
"The real Santa was totally different. He tears bad kids to pieces. Not even their skeletons are left. The Sami people got angry and lured him onto the ice. The ice broke under him. The lake froze solid and Santa was trapped. Come summer, they dug out the huge ice block and buried it under a sky high pile of rocks. And it became Korvatunturi Mountain"
- Shh! Put down your weapons and smile as nice as you can. And move slowly and do exactly as I say. This is not Santa. It's one of Santa's little helpers.
- What do you mean, a helper? Enough of this rubbish! Give us the money! What's up with him? Is someone there? What's that running there? What on earth is happening here?
- They're protecting their master. They're trying to defrost him. Turn off the heat! Barricade the door.
- 198 Santa Clauses. What's that worth?
- How much for one?
- $85,000.
- Around $1 6,800,000. Plus 22% VAT.
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languages·····Finnish·English
Based on the short films Rare Exports Inc. 2003 (watch)and its sequel Rare Exports: The Official Safety Instructions 2005 (watch)both of which involve a company that traps wild Santa Clauses and trains and exports them to locations around the world.
"A woman. I saw a woman in the forest. Dressed in white. She was holding something"
- Okay, is anybody else just like the least bit freaked out that we are the only car on the road right now?
- Well, it is Christmas Eve.
- We should've passed a town or a junction or something by now! God, I just feel like we've been driving forever.
- It's probably one of those closed roads that forest rangers use.
- Come on. Don't you guys think this is just a little wacked? Look, I know you guys think I'm, you know, retarded or whatever, but I have a theory and I want you to hear me out, okay? Brad is dead. His body is mutilated, and God only knows how it got that way. We're the only people out here, and all the clocks have stopped at 7:30. This reeks of alien activity, you guys!
- I don't know. I don't want to know. I just want to get to the police before anything else goes wrong. And I thought last year's Christmas was bad!
"There's something that's been bothering me since I woke up. Who are these people in the woods? Honey, slow down. They're waving. Hi! Oh, my goodness! Why do they look so sad? This is Christmas Eve. Smile!"
- We cannot rest until our work is complete. Don't you worry, my love. Tonight is the night we fix this. Arise! You are home, Clay. You are with me again. This can't be right! The spell, it shouldn't have finished just yet. Clay?
- What is this? Why is my voice sound different? Why do I feel strange?
- What the fuck!
- It's in the scripture something of similar mass. I thought it was just started. I didn't know you'd end up being...
- A high school girl has been murdered. Mr. Harrison's daughter is missing. And now at the sorority house where she lives the other girls are getting obscene phone calls.···When he called before, did he used more than one voice.
- Yes, he did. He used several different voices.
- Lieutenant Fuller?
- Yes, Sargent Nash. What is it?
- The phone company is on the other line, sir. They say they got a trace on this one. they said the calls are coming from No. 6, Belmont Street.
- For Christ sake, you got it wrong. That's where the calls are going into.
- That's where they're coming from too, sir.
- Shit! Nash! Look, I can't get through to Jennings. I want you to call that girl. Nash, be calm. Don't tell her that the guy is in the house. Just tell her to put down the phone and walk straight out the front door. Nash, if you blow this, I'll kill you.
The film has noted similarities to a real life attack on the Chi Omega Sorority House in Tallahassee, Florida. On January 15, 1978, serial killer Ted Bundy entered the sorority house through a door with a faulty locking mechanism. He killed two sleeping college students, and injured two others. He then fled into the night. There were several efforts to ban the film, blaming it for supposedly inspiring the Florida murders.
"Tonight in London the festive atmosphere has distinct chill about it as yet another Santa clause slain"
- Where were you last night? The model you met last night was attacked on the street.
- Attacked! Who attacked her?
- May be you can tell me. You recall how she was dressed!
- Santa Claus! Wait a minute! I've been on the spot for two of these killings. Inspector, you are thinking It could have been me. What possible reason could I have going around killing Santas?
- You don't have any children, who was the girl with you.
- Did you do a background check on me?
- Well, it is an investigation.
- It's my wife's friend's daughter. I'm babysitting her while she's on vacation.
"Where's the girl? First one to talk lives"
- Who asked for Yoon ji? Whose day did I ruin?
- I just know he's a judge. I worked 10 years for him and haven't seen his face once! These guys are on another level.
- How do you find girls?
- Here and there, we hand them over to Mama Pig, then she dresses them up to the judge's taste. He's not satisfied with Korean girls nowadays, so he gets girls from the Russian mafia.
- Russian mafia?
- Not the real mafia. They run a hotel in Sakhalin and trade girls out of there, and expanded to Vladivostok. The judge hired his bodyguard from there. They take Korean girls to Russia for sex trade..
- Then get rid of them once they're all used up?
- Koreans are popular these days. It's a fucking cultural exchange! Koreans to Russia, Russians to Southeast Asia.
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original title·····더 킬러: 죽어도 되는 아이 (deo killeo: jug-eodo doeneun ai)
language·········Korean
[We interrupt this program to bring you a special news bulletin. At 10:29 this evening, 3 inmates at the state asylum for the criminally insane successfully made their escape after slaying five guards. Authorities have identified the escapees as Herbie Click, Keith Rogers, and Gary Barcroft. Complete descriptions of these men will be broadcast at a later hour. Residents of the Topanga Canyon are hereby warned to be on the lookout for the three escaped mental patients. Any information leading to their whereabouts should immediately be forwarded to Chief Patton at district headquarters or to this radio station. Do not, we repeat, do not on any account attempt to apprehend these men on your own. They are armed and extremely dangerous. And now, back to our regularly scheduled program]
[And now for the local news. Early this morning, police discovered the body of dance hostess Erina Devore, in her apartment. Investigating officers located the murder weapon, a pair of household scissors, near her mutilated corpse. Fingerprints found at the scene of the crime have led police officials to believe Miss Devore's assailant is Mort "Mad Dog" Click, long wanted by the authorities of other states for similar horrendous crimes. A statewide manhunt has been organized for the deranged, psychopathic killer. Also on the local scene, Chief of Police Drummond disclosed today his department has no further clues to the identity of the murderer of traveling salesman Dennis Kesdekian, whose body was found yesterday out on Highway 101. Kesdekian's car, a blue 1953 Plymouth station wagon, is believed to have been stolen by his killer. And now for other news.]
- Look, I need your help bad. I got a couple of nuts with me.
- A couple of nuts, huh? So, what do you want me to do about it? I've got problems of my own.
- I gotta shake these guys.
- Well, my time's valuable. You got some money? You got some real change? 'Cause I don't do nothin' for nothin'.
- I got the bread, I got money. I'll wait here for you. Okay, brother? Make it fast, boy.
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