A canned fish tycoon wants a smash hit song to sell his fish. Ruth Etting is the perfect singer - but can they find a song worthy of her?

A canned fish tycoon wants a smash hit song to sell his fish. Ruth Etting is the perfect singer - but can they find a song worthy of her?
1933-08-04
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5.7Anna Kendrick joins the K-Pop supergroup f(x) on their World Tour and things go as well as you'd expect.
0.0A dejected husband exiles himself to the Moon with his cat. He sends back transmissions to Earth.
6.5On a high mountain plain lives a lamb with wool of such remarkable sheen that he breaks into high-steppin' dance. But there comes a day when he loses his lustrous coat and, along with it, his pride. It takes a wise jackalope - a horn-adorned rabbit - to teach the moping lamb that wooly or not, it's what's inside that'll help him rebound from life's troubles.
10.0Astor leads a normal life with his girlfriend and his job as a publicist, but everything changes when, for no apparent reason, he wakes up unable to stop dancing and singing.
10.0A rain parade of sausages meets camels and kings in the 32 minute experimental syncing of Pharaoh Sanders' "The Creator has a master plan"
0.0A failed singer tries to improve his show with a trick up his sleeve.
Birds of many feathers peck and flap in synchronization, their prosaic behaviour transformed into music and visual rhythms that together add up to one interesting movie.
10.0Rhys Day presents NO DIVIDE - a sticky mashup biopic/ videofeast.
0.0Roadside landscapes tightly choreographed to a ragtime piano soundtrack.
5.0When a romantic gesture towards a bartender backfires, Lali unexpectedly finds herself offered a pity date by another bartender, Ana. What starts as an awkward encounter turns into a genuine connection as they bond over shared experiences as women of color. As they grow closer, Lali finds herself falling for Ana. But when the conversation takes an unexpected turn, Lali must confront her prejudices towards Ana and... herself.
0.0A reporter is looking for the Lambada Queen, a mysterious beauty, in Brazil. But he makes no progress and in desperation goes to a fortune teller. After the session, the Lambada Queen suddenly appears on the open road and the reporter follows her wherever she goes.
0.0Two actresses take us through a series of 'raps' and sketches about what it means to be beautiful and black.
0.0A struggling young man secretly plays a magical trumpet that transports him from his desolate world into a colorful "bliss." When his younger brother discovers his secret, their relationship is put in jeopardy.
Nick Stuart and his band masquerade as an all-girl band as part of their plan of getting to play at a dance at a swanky girl's-only school. They get away with the masquerade and their playing is successful but they are discovered and have to hitch-hike their way back to the city in feminine attire.
0.0The last person on Earth revisits their memories as they wander a lonely world
0.0Motion Control examines the synergy of camera and performer. Shot on 35mm, it explores from the camera's pov, the physical and emotional entrapment of the ageing and glamorous dancer in her private and personal spaces. The film is notable for hypersound foley overlaid with text and electro-opera composed by Billy Cowie and sung by soprano Naomi Itami.
6.6Stop for Bud is Jørgen Leth's first film and the first in his long collaboration with Ole John. […] they wanted to "blow up cinematic conventions and invent cinematic language from scratch". The jazz pianist Bud Powell moves around Copenhagen -- through King's Garden, along the quay at Kalkbrænderihavnen, across a waste dump. […] Bud is alone, accompanied only by his music. […] Image and sound are two different things -- that's Leth's and John's principle. Dexter Gordon, the narrator, tells stories about Powell's famous left hand. In an obituary for Powell, dated 3 August 1966, Leth wrote: "He quite willingly, or better still, unresistingly, mechanically, let himself be directed. The film attempts to depict his strange duality about his surroundings. His touch on the keys was like he was burning his fingers -- that's what it looked like, and that's how it sounded. But outside his playing, and often right in the middle of it, too, he was simply gone, not there."