#Kezia Burrows

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Mystery Island

Mystery Island (2023) #NicholasHumphries #ElizabethHenstridge #LukeMcGibney #CharlieWeber #KeziaBurrows #FranciscoLabbe Mehr auf:

Jahr: 2023 (September) Genre: Drama / Mystery Regie: Nicholas Humphries Hauptrollen: Elizabeth Henstridge, Luke McGibney, Charlie Weber, Kezia Burrows, Francisco Labbe, Henry Twohy, Noelia Rothery, Andres Morales, Mike Martinez, Melanie Martinez Sanchez … Filmbeschreibung: Dr. Emilia Priestly, die dringend eine entspannende Auszeit benötigt, reist auf die Mystery Island, ein beeindruckendes…

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Mystery Island (2023, Nicholas Humphries)

1/27/24

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A CRIMINAL PSYCHIATRIST SIGNS UP FOR A MYSTERY GAME ON AN EXCLUSIVE ISLAND ONLY TO GET CAUGHT IN A REAL-LIFE DEADLY GAME OF MURDER....

ELIZABETH HENSTRIDGE AND CHARLIE WEBER STAR IN ‘MYSTERY ISLAND,’ A NEW ORIGINAL PREMIERING SEPTEMBER 29, ON HALLMARK MOVIES & MYSTERIES

STUDIO CITY, CA – August 2, 2023 – A vacationing British criminal psychiatrist and police detective team up to unravel a web of lies and suspicious characters to solve a murder. Elizabeth Henstridge (“Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D,” “Suspicion”) and Charlie Weber (“How to Get Away with Murder,” “As They Made Us”) star in “Mystery Island,” a new original premiering Friday, September 29 (9 p.m. ET/PT), on Hallmark Movies & Mysteries.

London Police psychiatrist Dr. Emilia Priestly (Henstridge) needs to take a relaxing break from her stressful job, so her wealthy friend, Baroness Jane Alcott (Kezia Burrows, “Crash”), invites her to Mystery Island, an immersive murder-mystery-themed resort hosting a special retreat for the original investors. As the mystery game begins, tragedy strikes: John Murtaugh (Robert Getman) the resort’s reclusive founder, is murdered. The visitors are confined to the island as local detective Jason Trent (Weber) investigates the case. Once Emilia proves her innocence, she makes use of her special skills to help Jason find the murderer. The lines between game and reality are blurred as they unravel the web of romance, revenge, and betrayal behind the resort, its guests, and its elusive founder.

“Mystery Island” is from Cartel Pictures LLC. Stan Spry, Anthony Fankhauser, Eric Woods and Steven R. Monroe are executive producers. Michael Watt and Garrett VanDusen serve as producers. Nicholas Humphries directed from a script by John Christian Plummer.

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[greatrunner]

For the last four years, I operated under the assumption that Kezia Burrows mo-capped and voiced Amanda Ripley in Alien Isolation, and kept thinking, “Holy shit, I guess all she needed was a solid director to give outstanding performance”. 

Because, under that pretense, the performance given for Amanda Ripley in Alien Isolation vs. Nilin Cartier-Wells in Remember Me? Universes apart, it might as well be two different people.

Then I checked credits at the end of the game, and it lists Amanda’s voice actor as a woman named Andrea Deck, and Kezia Burrows as Amanda’s mo-cap and face model.

It  lit. was two different people giving a performance for one character.

[katiemai22]

Apple Tree Yard

Plot: Apple Tree Yard is a British TV show that was adapted from a novel of the same name by Louise Doughty. It follows the life of a middle-aged woman who begins an affair with a mystery man. Year: 2017 Creator: Louise Doughty Starring: Emily Watson, Ben Chaplin, Mark Bonnar, Steven Elder, Susan Lynch and Kezia Burrows. This post contains spoilers! It is a four episode thriller show that is…

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COINCIDENCE?! Okay but let’s forget obvious differences for a sec and dive deep (haha) to conspiracy theories. 

Structure gel is a black reprogrammable substance that can fit any need. In SOMA it is synthetically made from fuel oils. But is it? PATHOS-II has a Space Gun, right? What I am saying that it would be possible there is some information exchange between PATHOS-II and EAS. Heck, maybe even a shared research that has been so confidential and swept under the rug not even regular PATHOS-II employees know about it. All who knew about it are probably dead now.

Once Emma and SAM reach Earth to assimilate the human race, is it possible they get locked away and researched. Maybe their new form is not physical anymore. Maybe it is made completely out of the black substance we see in Observation, soon-to-be structure-gel. What if out of the research of structure gel an its reprogrammable abilities came the idea of making WAU in the first place?

I am not saying Emma and SAM were the base for WAU but think about it. They got corrupted during the research and lost most of what their personality was. Now what is left of them is not a consciousness anymore, it is a set of algorithms that still echoes with their original purporse - to assimilate everything and everyone. What does the structure gel do once WAU goes rogue? Merges everything. Tries to keep everything and everyone fuctioning in all the wrong ways.

And what do humans do? Go to space on a glorified USB stick. And who says they will not be teleported to Saturn and created into a new step of evolution? Emma and SAM did it. They BROUGTH THEM. Maybe not in the way that was planned but they did it. 

Also Anthony Howell is in both games, Kezia Burrows in Observation and Andrea Deck in SOMA, where Kezia Burrows and Andrea Deck were both in Alien Isolation as Amanda Ripley and Anthony Howell as Samuels, which extends the number of alternate universes where these two keep meeting each other under various circumstances, which is a completly different theory for another day.

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Soul Reaper - UK, 2019

Soul Reaper – UK, 2019

‘You can’t kill what is already dead’

Soul Reaper is a 2019 British supernatural horror feature film directed by Bob Pipe (Deathcember segment: ‘The Hunchback of Burg Hayn’; short: The  Monster) from a screenplay co-written with Richard Sandling. The movie stars James Groom, Kezia Burrows, Ezra Godden and Lizzie Roper.

Plot:

Charlie’s getting married. And when he invites his friends to join him…

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Observation (PS4)

The elevator pitch for Observation - “a space thriller where you’re the morally ambiguous computer” - hides a novel approach to interactive storytelling and an unusually well-written and paced story.

The game opens in the aftermath of an unspecified disaster aboard a space station. Astronaut Emma Fisher begins repairs while the player adopts the role of her assistant, the Systems Administration or Maintenance computer or SAM. Delving through menus you don’t fully understand and flagging information and objects for Fisher’s attention, you discover that your own memory is all but wiped, the scope of the catastrophe is greater than you could have anticipated, and there’s the distinct possibility that you - SAM - are responsible.

Cue opening credits. Observation‘s greatest strength is its crisp pacing and well structured mystery plot. Each of the game’s half-dozen or so acts is capped by a startling revelation that’s unpicked in the next segment, giving it momentum but also a sense of shape and rhythm. That sounds like incredibly obvious long-form storytelling, but so few games reach even this standard (Mass Effect, Alan Wake...), and so many are happy to be three-act movies stretched over ten hours (don’t get me started) that it deserves to be praised.

The story is solid post-2001 sci-fi about unlike intelligences struggling for comprehension in a claustrophobic setting with a mind-crushingly vast backdrop. Fisher and SAM - ably performed by Kezia Burrows and Anthony Howell from Alien Isolation - form an uneasy alliance where neither can be confident of SAM’s real motives. The game unfolds from the crackling, staticky perspective of SAM’s cameras, even in cut-scenes, which makes it into a kind of second-person adventure. You become an active bystander to space walks, medical emergencies and firefighting, scouring the environment for data and hooking in to new computer systems in order to help Fisher survive.

Observation is atmospheric and engaging, with a few rough edges that belie its small-studio origins. The level scripting can be a bit flaky, with objects like doors becoming inactive when they’re not expected to be useful, even if there’s no reason for them to have done so. A few environment-obscuring visual changes towards the end and permanently missable bits of data clash with the game’s search-and-complete gameplay, which also sags on a few occasions when there’s simply too much space to explore.

It’s easy to imagine a more refined or ambitious version of this - something that’s got more of a Sam Barlow approach to unclear motives perhaps - but it tells its own story with focus and drive, a striking aesthetic and a cute hook. If spending six hours as HAL appeals, this is unlikely to disappoint.

[sceawere]

crush | alfie solomons

@james-kezia-delaney requested alfie + age difference

“What did you even do?”

“Crushed a glass, don’t worry yourself”

You were picking tiny fragments of glass out of Alfie’s hand, tweezing them carefully. He kept laughing at the grimaces you pulled as you went, squinting and baring your teeth when you pulled out a tricky piece.

You and he had been dancing around each other ever since you started working for him a few months back, consisting of probably a few too many late nights drinking in the office than was proper between a boss and his employee. Nothing had ever really happened but there was a feeling there, a tension. For fucks sake, you’d giggled.

Between cleaning him up after ‘business meetings’, making sure he actually ate and slept at some point, and going round to check on his house and make sure his staff got paid while he was otherwise engaged, you felt like you were already bloody married to the man. All without even one drunken fumble on his desk. It was a fucking shame, in your opinion.

“On purpose?”

“Not entirely, no”

You flicked your eyes up under your lashes and shook your head at him.

“It’s a good job I’m here. How did you ever manage without me?”

“Been wondering that myself quite a bit lately”

Your lips pulled into a lopsided grin, reaching behind you to drop the tweezers onto the desk and reach for the bottle of fluid, bringing your cloth covered knee up to support his hand.

“Right, this is going to sting”

“Don’t go getting blood all over my floor”

“You got glass all over it!”

“Exactly, don’t add to the mess”

You rolled your eyes, peeling his fingers back a little to open up his palm. You gently tipped the bottle, dispensing a tiny amount of disinfectant. You set about carefully cleaning the scrapes on the skin, checking each tear as you went.

“You look like you know what you’re doing here”

You scoffed a laugh.

“You should hope so”

“You got training?”

“Uh, you could say that. Kind of got thrown into it”

“What, were you a nurse in the war or something?”

“No, I was too young. I tried, they wouldn’t take me. By the time they would, I was already working at the war office so”

You shrugged, your thumb tracing down his forearm to catch a stray bead of cleanser. He brought his good hand up to cover over yours, flexing his fingers around the digits and squeezing slightly.

“What d’ya mean ‘too young’?”

“I mean I was too young. Is that not self-explanatory?”

“How old were you?”

You split your gaze between his hand and his eyes and he was looking increasingly worried with ever glance.

“When the war started?”

“Yeah”

“I…don’t think I’d had my birthday yet. No, yeah, it was after so – 15”

Alfie let out a rush of air from his lungs and tried to cover it with a cough.

“You alright?”

“I’m-yeah. Could you do me a favour, love? Could you stop touching me, there’s a good girl,” he pulled his arm back, patting your knee to lower it from where you’d perched it on the edge of his chair “Thanks. I’m going to just, yeah that’s perfect, just leave that on the desk. Thank you, I’ll fix this myself”

You reached back out for the cloth and he swerved it out of the way.

“It’s…alright. I can-there’s only the bandage left and I-“

“No, no, love. That’s alright, you go back to your desk. There’s a good…girl. Fuck. Right, off, go”

He waved his hand off, avoiding your eyes. You flicked them back and forth, confused as to his sudden change in demeanour.

“Al…right then”

You stepped off the edge of the desk, standing for just a second to check he really wanted you to leave. You squinted, turning off with a confused tilt of the head.

Alfie watched as you shut the door behind you, fixing your hair and half looking back over your shoulder as you walked past the windows that framed his office.

When you disappeared off behind the barrels again, he pulled open the drawer with his good hand. Out came the bottle of whisky, uncorked with his teeth, and took a long, deep swig. The slam of the bottle on the desk sent the papers shuffling and he sighed.

“15. Fucking hell, Alfie. You were off strangling bastards and she was…playing with her fucking dolls probably”

He leaned back in the chair, looking up at the ceiling. He let a whine out as he shuffled his neck on the headrest.

“It’s happening. You’re officially a dirty old man”

A light knock came on the glass panel of the door and Ollie inched in.

“You…doing alright there, boss?”

“Oliver. I’m going to need another bottle”

He raised the bottle in the air as a demonstration, keeping his eyes up on the chipped paintwork.

“I’ll bring one. Can I ask…only I noticed the new girl was in here before and then she was acting weird and I-“

Alfie rolled his arm down, letting a finger free from the grip to point at him.

“Did you know she were barely twenty summat when you hired her?

“I-yes? Not exactly, but I thought she was about that. Is it a problem?”

“Why would it be a problem?”

“I-it…wouldn’t?”

Alfie scowled, bringing his arm back in and sitting up in one movement. He turned his head towards Ollie.

“Why would you think there was a problem?”

“It seemed like you thought there was a problem there”

“No…no…why would there be? I mean, she’s an adult now and she can-“he waved his free hand up towards the window, forgetting it was injured. He turned his palm back around to see where the first swells of blood were working their way back to the surface.

“Fuck, boss. Do you need that seeing to?”

“No, it’s fine. There’s no problem”

He brought his hand back down to lay upturned against the desk.

“I won’t need the bottle after all, its fine. You can go back to work”

“You sure?”

He hummed a response, rolling his tongue around his teeth while he considered. He sat for a long time in the quiet office, considering.

“No, there’s no problem. Not a problem there. You’re…talking to yourself though. So that might be a sign of something you fucking…”

He slammed back into the chair again. He brought his good hand up to rub at his eyes.

“Fuck. This is a problem”

-

You didn’t directly deal with Alfie for a few days after that. It always seemed to be Ollie who he needed, even for things you usually covered. He’d become an intermediary and with the tight, almost sympathetic smiles he was giving you every time you briefed him on something to pass over, he seemed to have acknowledge the strange change himself.

After a few more times, you were sick of acting like it was business as usual and tip-toeing around. Frustration was becoming an increasingly predominant emotion since you took this job.

“Ollie!”

You cornered him in the corridor, shuffling him back against the stack of barrels.

“What’s happening here?”

“What is happening?”

“What do you mean?”

“With me and Alfie?”

“Why would I know anything about that?”

“Because you’re the only person he’s talked to in over a week”

“He talked to the boys on the floor yesterday”

“He barked at them. Aggressively, and with fervour. He might have actually barked at one point”

Ollie sighed, eyes flicking up and down the walkway as if you were about to stuff half a brick into his jacket and each burrow away into opposite ends of the night.

“This is exactly what I mean”

“What?”

“You acting like this, its confirmation that something is happening that I’ve been left out on! He’s been avoiding me for longer than he ever has. He won’t even look in my direction!

A week ago we were lying on his office floor, half pissed on whisky, while he told me about his goddamn mother and now he won’t look at me?! What the fuck happened?!”

Ollie sighed again, stuttering about for a few moments until you slapped the side of his head.

“Snap out of it and get to it, boy”

“Don’t call me ‘boy’ - I’m older than you”

“You’re barely…,”a realisation suddenly came to you and Ollie looked over your face confused as you dropped back against the wall “shit fuck shit. That’s it! He got weird when I told him-shit. Well, shit.”

“When you told him…?”

“That I was 15 when the war started”

“He asked me if I knew your age when you left. He seemed put out”

You nodded, pulling your cheek at one side in a grimace.

“Yeah, I think maybe Alfie has a bit of a complex”

“I think at this point he actually has a collection. Thinking of buying him some kind of display case actually, might do a whip round for his birthday”

You smiled at him, glad for the break.

“At least I know how to address this now. Thanks, Ol”

You clapped his shoulder, walking back into the main room.

“I think I…did absolutely nothing actually but…nice to be appreciated”

-

You blew through the door to the office, working your way to his side before dropping the stack of carefully labelled folders onto the desk in front of him. The papers let out a thwack as they slapped against the surface, a rush of displaced air fluttering the edges of the newspaper he’d been studying. Alfie turned his head and followed the sway of your dress up to look at you, looking startled.

“Uh…”

“I need signatures on these orders- here, here, and...also here”

You looped crosses next to the right lines, Alfie following with his eyes. You threw the pen lazily across the desk and it clattered its way over to rest.

“Then the order forms for next month need your eye on them before I ship them out”

Thwack.

“The leases on two of your buildings are due up soon so I rang your lawyer and had them sort it. You have a meeting to finalise things this afternoon. I pushed the Thompson meeting because quite frankly, fuck that guy”

Thwack.

“Here are the amended contracts back – no significant quarrels”

Thwack.

“Output reports for the week”.

“Sweet-I mean Miss-“

Thwack.

“Your guy sent the report on the Italians activities. It’s riveting and by that I mean dense and mostly incomprehensible to me”

Thwack.

“Payroll for the house staff”

Thwack.

“Are you-“

“Payroll for the informants and police buy-offs”

Thwack.

“Actually I-“

“Autopsy report-that one was unexpected”

Thwack.

“Yes, that’s-“

“More…things to do with dead people”

Thwack.

Thwack.

Thwack.

“Oh, and there’s this as well”

You turned towards him. He was sat with his elbow on the table, fist over his mouth, eyebrows raised. He looked like a puppy who’d been told off for yapping as you handed him the final paper.

“What is it?”

“It’s a note handwritten by yours truly asking if you’re a baby”

He stalled slightly from where he’d been lifting his glasses, looking up at you.

“Sorry, did you say-“

“I asked,” you bent at the waist, hands wrapping around the armrest of his chair. You made sure you had full eye contact before continuing “if you were a baby. A tiny little whiny baby. There was some other colourful imagery in the first draft but I dumped it. I found being succinct was actually more effective that any florid dramatics I could scrounge from my otherwise wasted literature courses”

“Ah”

“Yes”

He pursed his lips, his eyes flaring then squinting. He leant back in the chair almost imperceptibly, the small settling noise the wood made one of the only indicators.

“That’s an interesting choice you made there”

“Uh-huh, I thought that as well”

“Very interesting”

“How turned on are you right now?”

A noise halfway between a hum and a squeak came from his throat and you couldn’t help the smirk that made its way to your face. Your tongue poked out to wet your lip before you bit down on it and Alfie brought his eyes down to watch the movement.

“That would be…very unprofessional of me, to say the least”

You shrugged.

“I wouldn’t mind”

“Well, as your employer…and your elder” he grimaced a little at that and you pushed air through your nose, sucking your cheeks in a little “I think I should take the higher moral ground there and not entertain such an action”

He cleared his throat, dropping his glasses back to his chest and placing the note on the desk before him. He tapped the ink with the point of his finger.

“This is…an interesting word choice”

“You flaked because I’m younger than you?!”

“I did nothing of the sort”

“You were all over me before you found out-“

“I did nothing of the sort, I think you’ll find”

“You were flirting. You were. Don’t pull that face! You-“you stood, pointing your finger at him “were flirting. You were all up for it – until you found out my age. And it’s stupid!”

“It’s not stupid. It’s not”

“I’m a fucking adult, I can fuck who I want. So, that’s not the problem. You’re an adult, and you want to fuck me. So, that’s not the problem. Be honest. You want to fuck me and then make me breakfast, because your mother’s recipe for those spicy egg things sounded incredible. And then take me to a goddamn art gallery and tell me I’m pretty. Admit it! You want those things”

“Those are…incredibly specific”

“I’ve had time to think about this…between you flirting and ignoring me!”

“Will you please lower your voice?”

“No! Admit it!”

“Admit what? You’ve accused me of a lot of things today”

“Ok first, you like me”

“Agreed”

“And-yeah…you do?”

“Yes. In the fuck-and-make-you-breakfast kind of way, just to clarify”

“Right, yes, thanks. I did want to check on that last part”

He nodded, bringing his hand up to scratch at his ear and you mirrored the action to tuck your hair back. Your energy had suddenly left you and now you just felt a bit awkward.

“But you won’t anything about it?”

“I don’t think its best, no”

“Why?”

He sighed, shuffling the papers about on the desk.

“Sweetheart”

“Don’t bullshit me with…just be honest with me, please”

“I’m a decade older than you. I’m a…not a good man. You’re young and sweet and you deserve the chance to find someone better. You have time to find someone better. Don’t just go with me because I’m exciting and it’s all exciting and you don’t have the time behind you to know what the decision you’re making is even about”

“I want you!”

“You don’t even know what you’re talking about-“

“What, because I’m young?! You were my age when you went off to fight a war but I’m too stupid to pick who I want to possibly try and date? How does that make any sense?”

“You’re not stupid, you’re not. That’s categorically and clearly untrue. And those are different things”

“They are because I’m not going to die because we kiss, Alfie. That’s fucking stupid”

“No but being with me means you might and you know that. You know that. You just slapped a fucking autopsy on my desk and you’re pratting about like this” he slammed his hand down over the papers “if you don’t want me to treat you like a fucking schoolgirl with a crush, don’t act like one!”

You stepped back, rolling your jaw. You looked away, blinking. You had nothing to say.

“You can give the forms to Ollie when you’re done”

You swung around to leave and you heard the creak of his chair as he stood.

“Sweetheart, I didn’t-“

“I actually would like if you didn’t speak to me at the moment, Mr Solomons. I would actually prefer…”

You stayed where you were, halfway through the doorway. You leant your shoulder against the door, draping your fingers over the handle.

“You can give the forms to Ollie, he’ll get them to me”

You walked out, pulling the door shut behind you. You grabbed your bag and coat on the way passed and walked straight out the building.

-

The papers were stacked neatly at your station the next day, with an envelope on top. You noted the looping letters – Alfie’s hand – before checking the contents. You brow scrunched as you read over the lines, dropping the envelope to the table absentmindedly.

“If it’s not right, I can do another one. Not really used to this sort of thing. Most people leave the employ of this place, it’s because they’ve gone to the fucking ground, not an interview”

You looked up at his voice, watching him lumber towards you.

“Is your back ok?”

“I slept on the sofa, it’s taking a while to get going this morning”

“I’ve told you – get a proper bed put in upstairs and then you can-“

“I know, I know. You gonna use it?”

“The…bed?”

He smiled, leaning back against the edge of your desk. His hands gripped at the wood on either side of him.

“The letter of recommendation”

“No. No. Why would I?”

He brought his hands up to cross over his chest, his thumbs tucked out.

“You’d be well within your rights to tell me to sod off after yesterday”

“I like working here”

“I honestly don’t understand why”

You smiled nervously, folding the letter back and laying it over the envelope.

“Sometimes David brings me biscuits from his sister and they’re really good. If this was actually a bakery, I’d suggest you hire her but…”

He was smiling still when you looked up to him, his eyes crinkled at the side.

“I didn’t mean what I said yesterday. No, actually that’s a lie. But I do apologise for my tone”

“I understood what you meant. It wasn’t entirely without merit”

“I don’t think you’re immature or stupid or anything like that, I wouldn’t dare suggest. But I stand by it. You’re a good girl-a good woman, forgive me. And I do think you deserve better. I couldn’t live with myself if I felt I was even in the least bit taking advantage”

“I deserve what I want, too. Don’t you think?”

“I do”

“And if that’s you? If I’ve made a considered and honest decision? If I’ve weighed up my choices and thought about the consequences. If I prove that to you – would you consider it?”

“You don’t need to prove yourself to me, love”

“Obviously I do”

“No. It’s not about proving we’re worth each other, that’s bullshit”

“Then what-“

He pushed forward and your breath caught as his palm came to hold your jaw. You looked up to him as his eyes considered you. Neither of you said anything but you felt like you were continuing the conversation regardless. You took a deep breath, raising your brow, and swaying slightly in place.

“I’m not getting any younger”

He laughed at that, his thumb tracing over the tint in your cheek.

“You’re going to be the fucking death of me, aren’t you, woman?”

“How do you want to go? I’ll make a note”

“One date. One. We’ll go from there”

“Yeah?”

“Yes. One. Don’t get excited”

“Oh no, I’m sure that’ll be an emotion that definitely won’t be expressed”

“Better not be”

“I’ll be sure to be exceedingly dour”

“If you could, I would prefer it”

Your face broke out in a smile and he cleared his throat.

“Stop doing that”

“Smiling?”

“Looking fucking happy like that. I don’t like what it does to your eyes”

“My eyes?”

“Hmmm”

“What do they look like?”

“Nice”

“They look nice?”

“They do”

“I’m very sorry”

“Yeah, you better be. Fucking liberty”

He back-stepped, knocking against the desk and you threw your hands up to cover the laugh that broke from you. He groaned and swore under his breath.

“You alright there, old man?”

His finger flew up to point at you.

“You ever call me that again and-“

“You’ll do what?”

“Absolutely nothing, probably, because by your tone I’d only be reinforcing some sick little perversion of yours”

“Oh! How dare you!”

He grumbled as he turned to leave and you bounced in place on your toes.

“You’re going to fall in love with me, Alfie Solomons! I just know it. In fact, I’m fucking betting on it!”

“Make sure you check whether he’s one of mine before you put your money down, love. I’m not having you clear me out twice”

 -

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Kezia

•Origin: Hebrew

•Meaning: Cinnamon

•Alternative Spellings & Variations: Keziah, Kasia, Ketziah, Keshia, Keisha, Keshea

•Famous Namesakes: Actress Keshia Knight Pulliam, actress Kezia Burrows

•Peak Popularity: Kezia remains a rare name in the U.S.

•Fun Fact: In the Old Testament, Kezia was the second of the three daughters of Job born after the end of his suffering.

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Wolf

Wolf (Serie 2023) #UkweliRoach #IwanRheon #SachaDhawan #OwenTeale #JulietStevenson #AnnesElwy Mehr auf:

Serie Jahr: 2023- Genre: Krimi / Drama / Thriller Hauptrollen: Ukweli Roach, Iwan Rheon, Sacha Dhawan, Owen Teale, Juliet Stevenson, Annes Elwy, Kezia Burrows, Ciarán Joyce, Sian Reese-Williams, Zadeiah Campbell-Davies, Gwïon Morris Jones, Emily Adara, Anthony Webster, Luke Rhodri, Amanda Drew … Serienbeschreibung: In einem abgelegenen Landhaus wird eine Familie Opfer der grausamen Spiele…

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The Worst of January 2024

Worst Film: Double Jeopardy

Runner Up: Ladybugs

Worst Performance: Ashley Judd in Double Jeopardy

Runners Up: Rodney Dangerfield and Jackée Harry in Ladybugs, Jean-Claude Van Damme in Kickboxer

Most Overrated Film: Oppenheimer

Runners Up: Ferrari, Saltburn, Will-o'-the-Wisp

Most Overrated Performance: Robert Downey Jr. in Oppenheimer

Runners Up: Penélope Cruz in Ferrari, Barry Keoghan in Saltburn

Most Unsightly Screen Presence: Barry Keoghan in Saltburn

Runners Up: Annette Bening in Nyad, Rodney Dangerfield in Ladybugs, Adam Driver in Ferrari, James Tupper in Fall Into Winter

Most Loathsome Screen Presence: Barry Keoghan in Saltburn

Runners Up: Kezia Burrows and Elizabeth Henstridge in Mystery Island, Rodney Dangerfield in Ladybugs, Adam Driver in Ferrari, James Tupper in Fall Into Winter

Assorted Displeasures:

- Oppenheimer's relentless atmosphere of urgency, combined with its complete lack of dramatic force

- Saltburn's vapid fashion show of silly ugliness masquerading as subversive satire

- Mind-numbing biopic banality, mediocre fake-Italian accents and overwhelming air of triviality in Ferrari

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Genre: Action, Adventure, History 

Language: English

IMDb Ratings: 3.9/10

Quality: 1080p Bluray

Movie Size: 2.02GB

Director: Emmet Cummins

Movie Cast: Dean Ridge, Ross O'Hennessy, Kezia Burrows

Sypnosis: A young Viking called Vitharr arrives in Britain with dreams of conquest and adventure, but when his family and clan are ambushed and killed, he must survive alone in this strange,dangerous new land as he searches for his Uncle's settlement.

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