House With The Windows That Laugh
My colors... my colors...
They run hot in my veins...
Soft. So soft...
My colors are soft|like the Fall,
hot like fresh blood...
The liquid flows down|my arms
My colors... they transcend me
take me into the yellow decay
they flow through my veins
in my veins,
a brutal nobility
God... My colors|will paint death clearly
Death, purrity, death...|Purification... holding me
at their mercy. My colors...|yellow, soft, dripping from
their eyes. Purity.|Purity of death. My colors.
Good morning. I am Solmi.
Glad to meet you.
No, take hers, instead.
But no... women prefer|to carry their own these days.
Anyway, welcome to our|village. Coppola! The bags.
I am the one who wrote to you|the mayor who hired you
to restore the fresco,|the painting of St. Sebastian.
Let's go directly to the church,
so you can see it.|This is a tourist town.
The newspaper's beginning|to give us bad publicity.
Something must be done|to attract more tourists.
Driverto the church!
I'm sure you'll do a good job.
-I hope so.|-The original painter,
Legnani, died a short while ago,
and he didn't finish the job.|The painting will remain
-an honor to him. At least.|-Yes, I understand.
The painterwas good,|but he suffered
from a dark soul.
And those women...|Death was inevitable.
Hey! Are you sleeping?
No, not at all.
The pastor of the church|is in charge of the fresco.
I'll introduce you. He's a|good person. You'll like him.
This church was built,|destroyed and rebuilt 6 times.
Many times I threatened|to leave...
... but here I stay.
Solmi says you have done|a wonderful job here.
Thank you, he's kind.|Yes, this church
used to be an embarassement!|A mess!
There were even cadavers|piled in here
from past funerals. I had|my work, yes. lt was a mess.
After everything was cleaned up,|I hired the local artist, Legnani,
to paint a giant fresco|of St. Sebastian.
But there were many|problems, and the painting
remains unfinished.|Here, see what you think.
I am amazed! What an artist!
To have done such a job!|It's breathtaking!
It's truly magnificent!
But Legnani had a problem.|He was eccentric.
Legnani couldn't even|get dressed by himself.
His mind was somewhere else.
God gave him an amazing|talent, but he abused it!
They used to say he's crazy...|... maybe that's true.
-Are you starting now?|-No, I'm just checking.
Well, I'm going to get|something to eat.
I haven't eaten anything|since yesterday,
and I'm starving.
I hope you can make|that fresco beautiful!
Some people are so rude.|They never stop being nosy.
Take this. Thank you.
Who is it?
There's a phone call for you.
-It's over there.|-Thank you.
-You're here for the fresco...|-Pardon?
-Who's on the phone?|-Don't touch the painting!
-Hey, you look great!|-How are you?
Here's the cheese.|Want coffee?
Yes, thank you.
Hello. Aren't you the man|I saw at the hotel?
At first you startled me.
-Are you busy?|-No, not really.
-This seat is already taken.|-Antonio!
-Excuse us.|-I'm gonna sit overthere.
What are you doing here?
I came here for a good meal.
I'm surprised to find you
in such a desolate place!
-Are you still researching?|-Forthe moment...
Do you think I'm stupid?|Look around.
There's something weird|going on in this village.
-Did you break up with Marcella?|-That old bitch?
Don't say that to him.
Do you know who|this creature is?
Yes, she's a teacher, and|she's been fucked by everyone!
If you want to screw her|make sure you wear a condom!
-Did you meet with Solmi?|-Yes, this morning.
-Then you already saw the fresco.|-I saw it.
Don't talk to anybody.
Believe what I'm going to say.
I'm gonna tell you|a strange story.
Can I trust you, Stefano?
-Are you okay?|-I'm okay.
I have to go now.
I've decided to tell you later.
Hope things go alright.
I think your friend|drinks too much!
You have a nice room here.|Is it yours?
No. The school provides it.
Antonio says you're a teacher.|Is that right?
-Yes, that's right.|-Who do you teach?
I teach kids... who do you|think I teach?
-Oh, I don't know.|-How much sugar?
-Not a lot, thank you..|-Watch out. It's hot.
Don't spill it.|I just washed the blanket.
With you I feel younger.
Let me tell you something.|You have a sad face.
Don't be angry.
I feel like I'm getting old.|Not good.
If you feel lonely, come back.|You know the way.
I'll be waiting foryour visit.|Not morning, I'm in school.
I'll remember that.
For you to understand|what I have to say...
I must take you|to a special place.
It's a house with odd windows.
Are you finally going to tell|that story from yesterday?
Or will this be bullshit?
Do you know what|we call him?
-Painter of Agony.|-I think that's true.
You think you know...
I'm talking about someone|who lived for death.
Come here, Foresti!
Here you go, doctor.
Thank. See you tomorrow.
Antonio, what about|this story of agony?
Good morning. Doctor,|that stuff you ordered for us...
... it should be here soon.
Listen, save your money.
I don't need it after all.
I told you it wasn't urgent.
Hey, you know what?|I've got to start working too.
-Do you mind if I come along?|-Not at all.
-What were you talking about?|-Nothing much.
The Painter and something|about death.
You have a bizarre friend.
Somebody threatened me on|the phone. Tried to scare me.
-Who might do this?|-Some people abuse the phone,
and they get into trouble.|Sometimes they arrest
a poor guy, but these tricksters
only stop when they want to.
Who put those flowers there?
I don't know. Why?|Don't you like them?
-That's it!|-No more!
Don't hit me anymore!
-Stop this!|-You're going
-to break everything!|-Stop!
Don't hit me anymore!
Stop it, understand?
Don't talk to me like that.
Go home... leave!
Can I have a cigarette?
-Thank you, marshal.|-Good night.
Sorry about the trouble.
This is the only restaurant
in the village. By the way,
-how do you find ourfood?|-Very good. I love it.
-Even though we have problems.|-The kitchen is very good.
It's good that the problems|don't affect it
I work hard, and thanks to Solmi.
He has helped a lot.
He's done much|for this village.
He's a brave man.
Though not tall, he's big.|He has railed the village...
... to unity and prosperity.
I'm sure you find these|pictures beautiful.
Like the one we have|in the church
These were painted|by the same artist
These paintings are the most|important thing in the village.
My wife. Everything in this|house belongs to her.
But how she suffers!|She's very sick...
She lives upstairs now... this is|her home. She wanders about...
She walks all over. Always.|This is her favourite painting.
It was Legnani's first.
My wife is the model.
Quite startling... the detail!|Joy from the Painter of Agony.
Never a success with women.
Overpowered by them...
A problem for him.
Maybe because he didn't|know his mother.
But one day he stripped down
and started painting his body.
Hello. Who's this?
One moment... It's for you!
-Hello?|-Don't mention my name.
I must speak with you.|I must tell you...
... the rest of the horrible|story... I'm at this hotel.
Someone pushed him|from upstairs!
Call a doctor!
No, he's dead!
Listen, I know|how you must feel...
... he was your friend.
Marshal, I'm sure someone|pushed him. I saw a shadow...
Besides, he had no reason|to commit suicide.
But there is no motive,|no reason for us to think
that someone killed him.|There is non evidence!
Nobody wanted to kill him.
He was a loner. Unhappy.
There is nothing to do here
The young women... all left.
Your friend was alone.
Hello? Yes... Sir, it's for you.|Phone's over there.
Go away.|Leave the fresco alone.
If you're trying to scare me|by phone calls...
... you're wrong.
-Go away. Leave.|-I'm not leaving. Understand?
Excuse me, sir,|one of our best clients
from out of town|arrive this morning.
-We gave him your room.|-What are you saying?
This man came to the hotel.
There was no room for him,|so we gave him yours.
We are very sorry, sir...
Do you like it?
I still have some left
from my fishing trip.
You know, there are lots|more around here.
-What's inside that box?|-What?
Hey, let's go!|Are we going or what?
How's my singing?|Not bad, huh?
Are you coming or not?
If you stay here... you|can do what you want.
Come on! Here you go.
-Who does it belong to?|-That's not important.
Come here. This way.
-Is there something to eat?|-There is nothing here.
What did you do with|the money I gave you? Thief!
If you don't like what I bring,|go to a restaurant, old lady!
Why do you punish me like this?
-Who is this?|-Good morning.
He's a kind man.|He's gonna stay here
for a while... until|he finds a place.
It's been a long time since|I was visited by someone...
I'm all by myself here.|The silence is unbearable.
Where's the man|who took my room?
-Who do you mean?|-The new client.
There is no one. Who would|want to visit this village?
Who is it? Ah, it's you...
I didn't want to disturb you.|I thought you were sleeping.
Sleep? Me? Not quite.
How can a woman in|so much pain... sleep?
Can I ask you a question?|Do you hear noises at night?
-Last night?|-Yes. Noises.
The only person who could|bump into here is me...
and I'm not in that good of|shape to be walking around.
I don't think you're|in that bad of shape.
Come, young man.|Come next to me.
It's been a long time since|I've talked with anyone.
It makes me happy someone|is concerned about me.
So, how's the weather?|Is it nice out?
Yes, it's a beautiful day.
You'll come and see|me often, right?
-I promise.|-Goodbye, young man.
Is somebody there?
My colors. They are mine.
Let them run in my veins.
They are soft... soft.
They are soft like Fall,
hot like fresh blood...
the liquid flows down my arms.
... they transcend me|into darkness.
... take me into the yellow decay.
My colors... they flow|through my veins.
My colors, in my veins,|creating a brutal nobility.
Oh God, my God, my colors...
... will paint death clearly..
Death, Purity, Death,|Purification, holding me...
... at their mercy. My colors.|Yellow. Soft... dripping from
their eyes. Purity of death.
My colors... they purify death|through my veins...
Is anyone home?
Excuse me, I need to see|the woman who lives here.
She's no longer here.|Do you know what time is it?
She left three days ago. I'm|her replacement at school.
She was transferred to another|district... won't you come in?
I'm sorry... but I was sleeping.|Excuse the way I look.
Please, do come in.
Earlier I ordered food from|the restaurant downstairs,
but I couldn't eat the escargot.
They are still alive! I didn't|have the heart to kill them.
Do you know how to cook them?
No. I don't think|I could eat them anyway.
-What's your name?|-Francesca.
Well, I'm going back to bed.
I hope we see each other again.
Hey! I put a live animal|in your friend's coffin...
... to keep him company.
Sir, I'm concerned about|the two women in the painting.
The killers of St. Sebastian|seem to be enjoying it...
Perhaps too much.|What do you think?
I think we have the wrong idea.
The painter did not have|the intention of depicting
the agony of the Saint.|Everybody says the artist
is a sensitive genius,|but all he does...
... is paint death... of a human,|without compassion.
Fishing is good around here.|The fish are very hungry.
Have you noticed much change|here, over the years?
The village suffered from war|after-shock. Everybody worked.
They rebuilt with|courage and hope.
Tell me about the woman living|at the house where I'm staying.
I don't see her much.
She's the type who doesn't|invite me to her house.
She hasn't left her bed in years.
People say she has|a venereal desease.
But I wouldn't know.|She doesn't go to confession.
Was she friends with|painter Legnani?
Please, don't ruin my day|with this kind of talk.
This kind of talk is even|scaring away fishes.
-What is this mumbo-jumbo?|-I didn't think you'd come back.
I came anyway.|I was waiting foryou.
I've been here for 2 hours...|Curiosity made me play it.
-Who is the man talking?|-I don't know.
-Why do you live here?|-The priest suggested it.
Are you alone here?
No. There's an elderly woman|upstairs. She's nailed to bed.
I can't stop smoking.|It calms me down.
Do you still want|a cooking lesson?
-Escargos?|-No. Something much better.
-Do you know how to set a table?|-Yeah.
You'll find everything|you need in this drawer.
-I'll be in the kitchen.|-Good.
I find a book in the|old lady's library...
... ''Cooking For Romance''.
What did you think of|the teacher I replaced?
-Did you like her?|-Pardon?
-Do you have a lighter?|-Right there.
Did you make love with her?|Your silence proves you did.
Whose lighter is this? Do you|know a painter named Legnani?
No, it was a gift.|It's a friend's lighter.
The gloomy... darkness|is romantic. Right?
While eating this palte,|the lady and her knight
will feel love overpowering|their souls and desire is strong.
Do you have a lot of luggage?
You could bring it over here.
What are you doing there?
Is there where Legnani lived?
Can you drive me home?
Yeah. Hurry up.
Go ahead... sit in the front.
- Must I go directly home?|-Would you like to get a drink?
No. They won't serve me.|They think I should
be drinking fruit juice.|Like I can't handle liquor!
Thank you.|The next one's on me.
Just tell me about Legnani.
The painter... he went to|Brazil with his mother
and 2 sisters,|to find their fortune.
When they returned,
they were apparently|wealthier than before they left,
but mother was dead.
They came back and built|that little house.
-How did they live?|-What?
-How did they live?|-He was poor...
He borrowed from everyone...|Even though they had a fortune,
he had nothing. His sisters|controlled the money.
You know, I knew him.
I was 7 or 8 years old.
She was dying. My mom was|sick. He came to draw her.
We called him the Painter|of Agony. He liked to paint
people who were dying.
He was a little crazy.
We could also say the same
about his sisters.
By painting death
he was trying to control nature,
to confront death.
He was obsessed with death.|And the dying.
Could you recognize|the sound of his voice?
Could you recognize it?
It's the kind of voice
you don't forget.
He talked like a psycho!|Like a machine gun...
Then suddenly he would|stop and start chanting.
He was really crazy|because of his sisters.
-Plug it in. Quick.|-Yeah. Okay.
Listen to this.
There's nothing|on this damn thing!
-Did you touch it?|-Not since the other night.
This tape was important|to me, bitch!
What's wrong?|I didn't touch it!
I'll be right back.
Are you awake?
I slept a little bit,
but I had a bad dream.
I'm scared, you know.
Me too, but for me it's different.
I'm more afraid when I sleep.
There are a lot of things here,|and they're heavy!
-Is everything packed?|-Yes, just take it downstairs.
Incredible. Look, dear...
''To verify the death experience|of these models to reproduce
the very last moments of|death, his sisters provided him
with victims for his art''...|... Sisters!
Why did he write in third|person? Like a researcher,
to communicate with|the dead mother of Legnani.
He talks of communion...
... and human sacrifice.
There's a possibility|that a man, today,
can communicate with the dead,
during the ritualistic painting.
Shut up! I'm begging...|stop talking about it!
I can't stand this place|anymore. I want to leave.
Rio de Janeiro.
From Rio de Janeiro.
What? What is it? Tell me.
Probably the answer|to all the craziness.
Who is it?
-I'm sure it's them!|-Them?
-I must leave now.|-Take me with you.
No, stay here, get some rest.|Don't open the door for anyone.
beautiful flowers|in the garden,
show my love foryou.
beautiful flowers|in my garden,
how do they grow, my lord?
Even today the sisters are|committing murder though art.
-What does this mean?|-Who's there?
Ah, it's you!|What are you doing here?
It's them! I tell you the|painter's sisters are...
... the killers in the fresco!|Look! Take a look!
It's true, they look the same.|Where did you find the picture?
We're beginning to understand|what my friend had figured out
-before he died.|-I don't know
-why you're so excited.|-I feel possessed by this!
... the death of Antonio...|it's all too strange!
Yes, I believe you, but I may|not be on the right path.
I look at that cross and|have serious doubts.
-You're scared too?|-Yes.
God forgot to give me|courage. I'll admit it...
Promise me you'll stop this|crusade, heading the wrong way.
I've seen many like you break|down in the confessional.
Did you know the old lady|at the house is dying?
I was visiting her...|I gave her the last-rites.
Let me see.
Yeah, it's definitely them.
But tell me, where did|you find this picture?
It even surprises me that|those two would allow
a picture to be taken at all.|I've never seen one before.
Yeah, I know.
Well, what can you do?|I think being a psycho
When my wife was young|she was beautiful.
She was infatuated|with Legnani,
but he would only talk about|what he did with his 2 sisters.
A sad little house, close|to the railroad tracks...
They moved there after|the trip to Brazil,
and they brought back a|beastly savage religion.
One night, after he worked|on the fresco, Legnani decided
to end it all. Whenever he|painted, he was in such frenzy...
... madness engulfed his soul.
He couldn't separate|the reality from the illusion.
Blood and colors mixed|together in his tortured brain.
His sisters pushed him...|He finally stopped it all.
He forced them to watch|as he covered his body
with alcohol and set it ablaze.
He ran into the wilderness,|his body was never found.
-I told you: ''presumed death''.|-Why ''presumed death''?
How many times|must I repeat?
If it says ''presumed death''...
4th of June, 1931, it says|''presumed'', not ''confirmed''.
Do you understand?|Presumed!
Caught on fire.
Run off. Period.
-Must I repeat it again?|-No...
Presumed death...|So he could still be alive.
What! With burns|all over his body,
such a man wouldn't be|too difficult to recognize!?!
I need 3 copies of these|certificates for tomorrow.
Look them up in the masterfile.
How many times do I say it.|This is not my job.
By the way, you haven't finished|your work at the church, right?
-No. Why?|-Because it's been destroyed.
Can you tell me who did this?
I don't know anything|about it. Someone, perhaps.
Maybe it was the Holy Spirit!
You poor son of a bitch.
Maybe we should call|a real specialist.
Leave me alone,|you degenerate.
Where are you?
Ah, there you are.
-It's been over an hour.|-I made a phone call.
-To whom? Do I know him?|-No, you don't.
I called the home office|in Rome.
I resigned my teaching job.
-You don't want to stay here?|-No.
Stefano, you know I hate it here.
I hate the amblance|in this house.
I want to run away.
Something bad is going to|happen at any moment.
You said we would|always be together.
You're never here...|... I feel so alone
and I'm so scared.
Do you want to leave me?
No, I won't leave you.
There's a train that|leaves tomorrow...
... at nine o'clock... let's go.
So stop crying.
Why didn't you wake me? Are|you going back to the church?
Last night you promised|we would leave together.
Why did you lie to me?
I didn't lie. I have a bit of time.
I need to check something.|You can count on me.
I'll give up everything foryou.
I brought back the bike.|It's outside.
-So you're leaving.|-Yeah, I'm leaving.
-Can you tell me something?|-Sure.
-Do you sell muriatic acid?|-Of course. Want some?
Who brought some recently?
It was used to destroy the fresco.
I sell it often to everybody|in the village...
... Who knows?
You don't write it down?
Why? I know everybody.
Everybody buys it.|It's used to clean.
I sell it to everybody.
Take me home. I need|to pick up Francesca.
-I beg your pardon, sir?|-They abused me.
Them, all of them.
They were afraid I would talk,
but she thought she could buy
my silence with a bit of booze.
But no more! The last drink!
The sisters are still here.
Get closer. Listen...|I'm the only one
who has seen them in|action, and it's horrible.
-What do you mean?|-They tried to get me,
but I escaped.
When I was little,|I went to school with them.
Everybody thought|I was stupid
because I didn't go to church,|but I had a good reason.
I knew what was there. I knew|the danger. I don't want to...
... die there. Others shut their|eyes. Ignored it. But me...
... Coppola is still alive!|Why Coppola is still alive?
Because I ignore the others.
-You think I'm rotten?|-No.
Here the walls have ears.
My friend died because of that.
I don't know about your friend,
but I know...
There's a place where|people like you...
... lose their heads!
Come with me! Quick!
Is it you?
This is a weird house.
Many people have|disappeared here.
Why'd you bring me here?
I know the missing people|are all here. Buried here.
There's an example.
Once, I thought I would|end up in this hole too.
You weren't expecting me,|were you?
You take care of kids, right?|So take care of me!
You aren't scared of me,|are you?
-Nobody's scared of Lidio.|-No!
You like me, don't you?|There are many things I want!
Your skin drives me crazy!|Don't you want me?
Give yourself to me!|Why resist. I'm stronger!
Why are you fighting me, bitch?
-Don't scream!|-Stop it!
You'll wake up the old lady!
-Shut up! Don't fight me!|-No! No!
I'll take you to a house with|odd windows... smiling...
Go get Francesca.|I'll wait for you.
Stefano, don't take long.
Francesca, are you ready?
Francesca, are you there?
Madam, have you seen...?
Yeah, it's here.
Follow me. This way!
I know where they took her.
-There, right there.|-Hurry up. Dig!
What now, chief? Continue?
This probably surprises you,|but nothing's here.
I'm sure there's something.
I saw bones, blood...
Who showed you that?|Who brought you here?
Coppola, Mr. Solmi's|chauffeur.
-Coppola? Are you sure?|-Yes.
Okay me, let's go.|Coppola is a drink idiot.
He made you look stupid,
but you're not the first.
Hey you! Where|did you find him?
By the ravine near the church.
We'll get him to you|in a moment.
-He's heavy as a bull.|-Pull a little.
There must be more alcohol|than water in his body.
What are these scars?|I've never seen them before.
They're war injuries.|He stepped on a mine.
God, he looks terrible.
Take the body to the morgue.
Come on, men.
Does anybody know|where he was all day?
No, he hasn't been|home for a week.
Oh well, check on it.
You. I don't want you to|go anywhere. Stay with me.
No, better yet. Come to my|office in the morning.
Come on, let's go.|I'll take you to the hotel.
-I have to find them first.|-It's not the right time. Let's go.
Yes? One moment.
-You're wanted on the phone.|-Who?
I don't know.
... It's me, Francesca.
Come! I'm waiting foryou...
... at the house.
... I'm scared.
I'm waiting for you at home.
Come now... hurry up!
You degenerate!|Aren't you ashamed?
Come, come closer.
I'm going to show you|something.
See. It's my little brother.
He will return to us soon.
We continue to bring|models to him.
He lived through others|people's death.
Come with me.
You are a friend|of our little brother,
aren't you, sir?
My colors... from my veins...
Do you know how we keep|him? Formaldehyde.
Lidio brings us new|formaldehyde every day,
but today Lidio stopped|to see your girlfriend.
He raped her, he killed her.|We had planes for her,
but he messed everything up.|We had to find a replacement.
Come, don't be scared.
He looks like the man|in the fresco, doesn't he?
Bravo! You didn't miss!
He's moving too much!
Get him from the other side!
He's probably hiding|in this bushes.
It's useless to keep|looking.
He won't get far.
Tomorrow we'll come back|and get his body.
We'll get him.
Please, I beg you!
Hello, give me the police.
My God, Stefano!|What happened?
You're my only hope.
I know what's going|on here, it's them.
I know everything.
Call a doctor, please.
The painter's sisters...
Legnani's sisters|are still alive!
... still alive...
One of them owns|the house!
-The paraplegic?|-Yeah, they're alive.
The other one... I didn't|see herface...
That's a nasty wound. lt|would make a nice portrait.
Legnani would make|a masterpiece out of it!
But you are...
beautiful flowers|in the garden,
show my love... for|you... my lord...
Laura, come see!
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Harley Davidson and the Marlboro Man
Harold and Kumar Go To White Castle 2004
Harold and Maude CD1
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Harriet the Spy
Harry Potter And The Chamber Of Secrets (2002)
Harry Potter And The Chamber Of Secrets (2002) CD1
Harry Potter And The Chamber Of Secrets (2002) CD2
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets CD1
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Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban CD1
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Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone
Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone CD1
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Harte Jungs - Ants In The Pants 2000
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Harts war CD1
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Haunted Mansion The
Hawaii Oslo (2004) CD1
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He Got Game CD1
He Got Game CD2
He Loves Me He Loves Me Not
He Walked By Night (1948)
He ni zai yi qi - Together - Kaige Chen 2002 - CD1
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Head Above Water (1996)
Head Of State
Head Over Heels 2001
Head in the Clouds
Heart Of Me The (2002)
Heart of Glass
Heart of a Dog
Heartbreak Ridge (1986)
Hearts In Atlantis
Heat Team 2004
Heaven And Earth (1993) CD1
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Heaven Can Wait 1978
Heaven Fell That Night (Roger Vadim 1957)
Heavens Gate CD1
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Heavens Gate CD3
Heavy Metal (2000)
Heavy Metal - Gerald Potterton 1981
Hebi No Michi (Kiyoshi Kurosawa 1997)
Hedwig and the Angry Inch
Helen of Troy (2003)
Hell is for Heroes
Hellboy Directors Cut CD1
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Hellcats of the Navy - Nathan Juran 1957
Hello I am your Aunt CD1
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Hells Angels 1930 CD1
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Helter Skelter 1976 CD1
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Helter Skelter 2004 Directors Cut CD1
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Henry Fool 1997 CD1
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Henry and June (1990)
Hercules in the Haunted World
Herencia (Inheritance) 2001 (23976)
Hero (2002 Extended Cut)
Hero (Jet Li 2002)
Heroes Mountain 2002
Heroic Duo (2003)
Heroic Trio The
Hi Mom 1970
Hidalgo (2004) CD1
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Hidden Fortress (Akira Kurosawa) CD1
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Hidden Fortress - Criterion Collection
Hide And Seek
Higanbana - Equinox Flower - Yasujiro Ozu 1958
High Anxiety CD1
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High Heels and Low Lifes
High Plains Drifter
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High Wind In Jamaica A (1965)
Highlander 1986 Directors Cut CD1
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Highlander III The Sorcerer 1994
Hija del canibal La (2003)
Hijo de la Novia El
Hijo de la Novia El 2001
Hilary and Jackie
Hillside Strangler The 2004
Himalaya - lenfance dun chef
Hip Hip Hora! (Hip Hip Whore)
Hiroshima Mon Amour - Criterion Collection
Hiroshima Mon Amour 1959
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His Girl Friday
His Secret Life
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Histoire D O (1975)
Histoire de Pen
Historias Minimas (2002)
History of the World The - Part I
Hitcher II - I have been waiting
Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy The - Episode 1
Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy The - Episode 2
Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy The - Episode 3
Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy The - Episode 4
Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy The - Episode 5
Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy The - Episode 6
Hitlerjunge Salomon - Europa Europa
Hitokiri Tenchu 1969 CD1
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Hole in the Head A
Hollow The (2004)
Hollywood Ending CD1
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Hollywood Homicide 2003 CD1
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Holy Matrimony (1994)
Holy Smoke CD1
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Home Alone 1990
Home Alone 2 - Lost in New York
Home Alone 3
Home Alone 4
Home At The End Of The World A
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Home from the Sea
Homem Que Copiava O 2003 CD1
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Homme-orchestre L (Serge Korber 1970)
Homolka a Tobolka
Honeymoon Killers The
Hororr hotline (2001)
Horse Whisperer The CD1
Horse Whisperer The CD2
Horseman on the Roof The
Horses Mouth The
Hostile Waters 1997
Hot Chick The
Hot Wheels World Race CD1
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Hound of Baskervilles The
Hour of the Wolf
House By The Cemetary The
House Of The Spirits CD1
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House With The Windows That Laugh
House of 1000 Corpses
House of Frankenstein
House of Games (1987)
House of Mirth The
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House of flying daggers
House of the Dead
House of the Flying Daggers
How Green Was My Valley
How The West Was Won 1962 CD1
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How To Lose A Guy In 10 Days
How to Beat the High Cost of Living
How to Keep My Love 2004
How to Murder Your Wife 1965
How to Steal a Million CD1
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How to deal
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Hudsucker Proxy The
Hulk The - Special Edition
Hum Dil De Chuke Sanam
Hum Kaun Hai
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Human Beast The CD1
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Hunchback of Notre Dame II The
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Hundtricker the movie
Hunger The 1983
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Huozhe (Lifetimes) CD1
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Hurricane The CD1
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Hypnosis (Saimin 1999)
Hypnotic Doctor Sleep
Hypnotist The 1999
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