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Type: Music   Region: Germany   Year: 2007  
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《《Mes nuits sont plus belles que vos jours (1989)》》Storyline
Cheyne (Melvyn Douglas), while vomiting after consuming six ice cream sodas.He falls into the ocean - unbeknownst to anyone.He is rescued by a crusty, but likeable and kindly Portuguese fisherman with curly-locked hair named Manuel (Spencer Tracy), who works as a doryman on a Gloucester, Massachusetts fishing vessel off the Grand Banks [in the North Atlantic Ocean S/SE of Newfoundland]:Fifteen years I""ve been fisherman.Me and my partner, Sourdough, live fifteen miles from your cousin." A bit apprehensive by the appearance of the two scruffy men, Letty fled back into Roddy""s arms for reassurance, and the urbane cattle rancher promised to check on her: "I""ll stop off on my way back to see how you""re makin"" out - ".]The Issue of the Education of Tenant-Farmer""s Son Marvin Blake:Marvin Blake (Richard Barthelmess), the son of over-worked, poverty-stricken tenant-farmer father Tom Blake (David Landau) and Lilly (Dorothy Peterson), was interested in bettering himself, rather han following in his father""s footsteps as a tenant farmer in the rural town of Jonesville.But I cannot flatter myself o that extent.Possibly those thunders are for dear Shelley - heaven""s applause for England""s greatest poet.Shelley: What of my Mary?Lord Byron: She is an angel.Mary: You think so?Lord Byron: Do you hear? Come, Mary.Come and watch the storm.Mary: You know how lightning alarms me.Shelley darling, will you please light these candles for me?Shelley: (laughing) Mary, darling.Lord Byron: Astonishing creature.Mary: I, Lord Byron?Lord Byron: Frightened of thunder, fearful of the dark.And yet you have written a tale that sent my blood into icy creeps.Mary: (giggling) Ha, ha, ha.Lord Byron: Look at her Shelley.Can you believe that bland and lovely brow conceived of Frankenstein, a Monster created from cadavers out of rifled graves? Isn""t it astonishing?Mary: I don""t know why you should think so.