Thriller Video Quotes

In the olden days, if you liked a programme on the telly, it was an event. You watched it, then you waited until it was back on the following week, and you watched it again. Maybe you taped it on the video recorder, if you could figure it out. Whatever. There was an element of patience involved. A degree of bloody restraint.” Ben shook his head. His mouth was pulled up like he’d tasted something unpleasant. “Now, it’s all there on demand. It’s all now, now, now. People binge. I mean, what was wrong with just watching something? Why do folk have to binge

These are things like Michael Jackson's Thriller, an album that was (1) produced by Quincy Jones, (2) features guitar playing by Eddie Van Halen, (3) includes at least three singles that ooze awesomeness, and (4) has the single best bass line from the entire 1980s (i.e., the opening of "Billie Jean"). It is a "guilty pleasure," presumably, because 45 million people liked it, and because Jackson is quite possibly a pedophile, a d because two dancers had a really unfair knife fight in the video for "Beat It." This is akin to considering Thomas Jefferson a "guilty pleasure" among presidents because he briefly owned a pet bear. I mean, he still wrote the fucking Declaration of Independence, you know?

I would dance all day in my basement listening to Off the Wall. You young people really don’t understand how magical Michael Jackson was. No one thought he was strange. No one was laughing. We were all sitting in front of our TVs watching the “Thriller” video every hour on the hour. We were all staring, openmouthed, as he moonwalked for the first time on the Motown twenty-fifth anniversary show. When he floated backward like a funky astronaut, I screamed out loud. There was no rewinding or rewatching. No next-day memes or trends on Twitter or Facebook posts. We would call each other on our dial phones and stretch the cord down the hall, lying on our stomachs and discussing Michael Jackson’s moves, George Michael’s facial hair, and that scene in Purple Rain when Prince fingers Apollonia from behind. Moments came and went, and if you missed them, you were shit out of luck. That’s why my parents went to a M*A*S*H party and watched the last episode in real time. There was no next-day M*A*S*H cast Google hangout. That’s why my family all squeezed onto one couch and watched the USA hockey team win the gold against evil Russia! We all wept as my mother pointed out every team member from Boston. (Everyone from Boston likes to point out everyone from Boston. Same with Canadians.) We all chanted “USA!” and screamed “YES!” when Al Michaels asked us if we believed in miracles. Things happened in real time and you watched them together. There was no rewind. HBO arrived in our house that same year. We had

It was in Cleveland that Magic Slim became the most successful pornographic film producer in America. His training center was a key link in a human trafficking supply chain stretching from the former Soviet Republics in Eastern Europe to the United States. Trafficking accounts for an estimated $32 billion in annual trade with sex slavery and pornographic film production accounting for the greatest percentage. The girls arrived at Slim’s building young and naive, they left older and wiser. This was a classic value chain with each link making a contribution.  Slim’s trainers were the best, and it showed in the final product. Each class of girls was judged on the merits. The fast learners went on to advanced training. They learned proper etiquette, social skills and party games. They learned how to dress, apply makeup and discuss world events.  Best in-class were advertised in international style magazines with code words. These codes were known only to select clients and certain intermediaries approved by Slim. This elaborate distribution system was part of Slim’s business model, his clients paid an annual subscription fee for the on-line dictionary. The code words and descriptions were revised monthly.  An interested client would pay an access fee for further information that included a set of professional  photographs, a video and voice recordings of the model addressing the client by name.  Should the client accept, a detailed travel itinerary was submitted calling for first class travel and accommodation.  Slim required a letter of understanding spelling out terms and conditions and a 50% deposit. He didn’t like contracts, his word was his bond, everyone along the chain knew that. Slim's business was booming.

they could get their video on MSNBC,

The world need more honest, authentic, rational, confident, well-rounded, balanced, humble, intelligent polite, kind people, people that do not play with others feelings and dreams. People that lift others up. Happy people full of patriotism, love and dreams. People able to see into others eyes, suffering, despair and do something about it. We need real people. CIA is not a game, an action movie, a thriller book, a video game. CIA is a place of people with integrity, fighters of freedom and peace. CIA should be a role model agency, stopping all this evil that we find around us. Stopping those making fun of others lives and dreams. A place where all the good things in the world converge. We have to do something to make all the social media more safe. We have to remove all the toxic and manipulators out there from here. I am waiting for your next post, I always find inspiration by reading you. I am so far from my dreams and so close to them at the same time. See you soon. Keep up the good work.

The long tail is a myth, a fact evidenced by the current music business, in which 80 percent of the revenue is generated by 1 percent of the content. Even at the height of the early blockbuster era, spawned by Michael Jackson’s Thriller, 80 percent of the revenue was spread among the top 20 percent of the content. So even in a different winner-takes-all scenario, the revenue was spread out among more artists than it is today. Economists have noted that winners “take all” in many sectors (including hedge funds), and that this has clearly contributed to global income equality, but in the digital media business it seems especially Darwinian. In a world where four hundred hours of video are uploaded to YouTube every minute of every day, the commodification of what was once considered an art (or at least a craft) has become inevitable. For all the stories promoted by Google about YouTube millionaires, the traffic statistics tell another story. Most YouTube videos have fewer than 150 views.

My idea of a great night is just stayin’ home, reading or playing video games. I’m about as boring as they come, Sorena. I ain’t ever been into stress or drama or excitement. Shit, I’d kill for a nap most days.

I saw “Thriller” for the first time at Michael’s house, in his screening room, with his brothers Tito, Jackie, and Randy. When Michael said, “I’m not like other boys” in the video, Jackie and Randy started laughing. Jackie put his mouth to my ear and repeated the line: “He’s not like other boys.” Michael said, “Shut up, Jackie, that’s not nice.

Rule number one: There will be no large gatherings of the people to preach to each other. Rule number two: You will not sing your stupid little songs to your imaginary savior or God. Rule number three: You will not quote passages from that book you so adore. Rule number four: You will get up in the mornings when your person in charge says you will get up. You will also go to bed when your person in charge says to go to bed. Rule number five: The person in charge can appoint someone to be their eyes and ears. Video cameras can only pick up so much, so we need to know who the subversives in your groups are so we can deal with them before they cause too much trouble. “If even one of you does not abide by these rules, there will be consequences for your group. Punishment is completely up to your person in charge. If you abide by these rules and be good boys and girls, I’m sure we’ll get along famously. Too-da-loo and so long for now.

Shortly after Evans took over, he issued orders for the cessation of all supplies delivered to the camps. He also ordered that when the last of the food ran out, the staff and the commanders of each camp would turn off the generators pumping air into the underground camps, and leave. Once the commanders were on the surface, they would order the doors to be sealed so no one could escape if they managed to make it the surface. Evans didn’t want to waste precious ammunition or bio-chemicals that could go to potential battlefields in the near future. Letting the prisoners suffocate or die from hunger was the best idea. The video cameras installed throughout the camps would give Evans the pleasure of watching everyone die, and then he would begin the final phase of his plan.

The video switched to somewhere outdoors, where books looked like they were being tossed into a pile. The camera focused on one book, it was a Bible, then focused on some of the other books; they were either Bibles or hymnals. Everyone at Camp 13 knew what was coming, and it bothered them greatly. Some of the younger children began crying because they knew this was not right. This was a book burning, specifically the burning of their Bibles and the hymnals they used in church. This went on for ten minutes, when it showed Simmons walking to the stack and lighting it on fire with a torch. Simmons bounced up and down, clapping in glee, as the books burned and turned into a bonfire. Everyone involved in the burning looked pleased with themselves.

Perché dovrei aiutarvi?" lo incalzò Sforza, scuotendo il capo. Aveva l'impressione che la storia del Ministro puzzasse di imbroglio, quasi ci fosse un secondo fine nascosto dietro a quelle parole studiate a tavolino. Questa volta, però, la replica gli tolse ogni dubbio: "Perché lei ha bisogno di noi e noi di lei. O forse potrei dire semplicemente per il suo nuovo passaporto...". 'Dritto a bersaglio'. L'ispettore annuì, convinto. Ecco perché avevano scelto lui: lo conoscevano abbastanza da sapere che avrebbe accettato. Anche se era praticamente certo che il Ministro mentisse, lo considerò comunque un buon affare. Fissò i bancali di vaccini sull'ultimo fotogramma del video e sorrise. "Ci sto, ma alle mie condizioni".

On the other hand, when the labor unions spoke, people listened. This was because if people didn’t listen, they would get pummeled by goons, who were twice as big as the person getting beaten down. Gary witnessed this first hand, a week after he began to help. He accompanied them to a convenience store, where they were looking for the store owner to convince him to pay his employees more than just minimum wage. Gary was told to shut off the video cameras recording everything inside the store. He went over to the store clerk behind the counter, and threatened the clerk with bodily harm, to get the clerk to reveal where the camera was so that it could be turned off. The clerk immediately told him, so Gary found the camera and turned it off. He also told the clerk to not bother calling the police, because the police weren’t going to be coming anyway.

On the TV he found cartoons and movies, music videos and game shows, repeat broadcasts and reruns, but there was nothing current, and no news. Many channels were just blank, or displayed brightly coloured test cards.

We may well be the most technologically advanced we’ve ever been, but we’re still only one step out of the cave.

I need reasonable doubt, not proof of innocence and these videos are the very definition of reasonable doubt.

Catherine also wanted to know if my late friend’s hair had ever been singed by fire. That made no sense to me. However, later we recalled that Michael Jackson’s hair had been singed by fire, and that Forrest J Ackerman had appeared in Michael Jackson’s music video, Thriller, directed by Forry’s close friend John Landis. So the “singed by fire” observation ties together Forry and Michael Jackson and Thriller, which was about vampires and the “undead,” a favorite topic for Forry in fiction.

I gaze out and see a woman with a psychotic stare repeatedly pressing the button on the door, like she’s frantically tapping out SOS in morse code. My stress levels shoot up. She presses harder and faster.

Brian took out his phone. Lit up the cubicle with his screen. Didn’t know how to use the bloody torch. Maybe he could start recording a video, hope the flash was on. But somehow, now didn’t really feel like the time for trying to learn how to work his phone. Damn it. These phones were meant to be simple phones, weren’t they? Meant to be the most accessible fucking phones in the world. That was either marketing bollocks, or he really was shite with technology.

They’ll see the pictures, the clips of video, the dramatized captions, and they’ll think they are seeing fact. We live in a world where the immense freedom of information has given way to very blurred lines between people just saying what they want and actual news. Far too many readers can’t tell the difference between what is being reported because it’s true and what is being distributed because someone wanted to say it, regardless of how rooted it is in fact.

That’s Michael Jackson’s ‘Thriller’!” Andrea shouted. “I’ve seen that video!”* “Noooooooo!” shouted Ms. Cuddy. “Not ‘Thriller’!