Residents romantic mountain village Hellbrunn lived happily, until one day the cashier communities did not become empty. In desperation they remember about the legendary treasure of Napoleon, which must be buried somewhere in the vicinity of the village...

飞行家族主持人化身活力唱跳担当，以生动演绎、趣味互动和亮眼舞台表现，将AI创作的旋律转化为感染力十足的视听盛宴，不仅传递快乐能量，更致力于孵化孩子们循环哼唱的儿歌爆款，让科技与童真在歌声中碰撞出奇妙火花。

Frunze Dovlatyan (1927 - 1997) is one of the leading Armenian directors, he has started as actor in Armenian provincial theatres since 1941 and then Sundukyan Drama Theatre of Yerevan where he was awarded Stalin Premium (major award of that time) for the role of Hrair in the play "These Stars are Ours". After graduating the Directing Department of VGIK (master class of Sergei Gerasimov, he directed movies at Gorky Film Studio then at Mosfilm Studio. Since 1964 he was working at Haifilm Studio. His movie Barev, yes em! (1966) became a milestone and turning point in the history of the Armenian cinema. 　　The achievements of Frunze Dovlatyan and Henrik Malyan are outstanding during this period. "Hello, It is Me" and "Triangle" are two films shot by these directors that play an important role in the history of Armenian cinema. A contemporary theme underlies these films and the author's vision drastically turns towards the deep understanding of the secret of the contemporary personality, the "inner world" of the man and the problems of his presence in this world. "Hello, It is Me" is a film of wide scope about an Armenian physicist and the trials his generation experiences, the feelings of responsibility so characteristic of him, and how he cannot forget the burdens of his past, and about love.

短片《嗨》改编于导演之前画的一本绘本，讲的是一天之中，从早到晚，有生命的和无生命的都在问候彼此，彼此的问候把整个世界串连了起来,这是平凡且美好的一天。

短片《嗨》改编于导演之前画的一本绘本，讲的是一天之中，从早到晚，有生命的和无生命的都在问候彼此，彼此的问候把整个世界串连了起来,这是平凡且美好的一天。

墨西哥超现实吸血鬼片，导演Juan López Moctezuma是JODOROWSKY大师的好友，曾经参与杨大师多部经典CULT片的拍摄工作。 　　A beautifull artist (Cristina Ferrare) moonlights as a vampire while in Mexico, killing lovers of both sex. It seems that the only person who has any chance of stopping her reign of terror is her father (John Carradine), who's also a vampire. Model and future TV host Christina Ferrare is a lesbian vampire whose victims are dying to quench her thirst for blood. Mexican authorities and her father (John Carradine) try to come between Ferrare and her next target's neck in this horrifying shockfest. 　　Juan Lopez Moctezuma's MARY, MARY, BLOODY MARY (1975) is one of those movies you watch and, after mentally cataloging all the things wrong with it, realize how cool it really is... mostly because of all the things you thought were wrong with it. Cristina Ferrare is such a Pamprin headache of an actress, as stiff as a celluloid collar, and yet she does create one of cinema's most interesting vampires. In many ways, Mary couldn't be worse at what she does - while the early murder of a man interested in more than her paintings goes off smoothly (Miss Thing slyly sliding a hairpin out of her chignon during female superior sex and using it to lay open his jugular), her next victim (a fisherman, whom she has attempted to drug) nearly fends her off until she takes him down in one of the most ungainly vampire attacks of all time. 　　Elsewhere, Mary proves herself a complete chicken shit in moments of tension, as when she breaks down in big boo-boo tears when confronted on a country road by a mysterious figure clad in black. She's lachrymose, emotionally withdrawn, sexually disengaged and her art sucks... what a perfect portrait of an Ugly Americana spreading the white man's poison south of the border. It's in this context that the cheapness of the production, the harsh 70s decor, the cold, perfunctory performances and the wall-to-wall Muzak score actually begin to seem like grounded artistic choices and have a lot to do with why I keep coming back to this one. 　　MARY, MARY, BLOODY MARY ends in a surprisingly cynical bloodbath of ultraviolence that leaves only the pathetic title character standing... or in reality on her knees sucking the life out of the one person whose love she had relied on to point her to some kind of normalcy. Not enough vampire movies use awkwardness and incompetence as character traits to define their bloodsuckers and that's too bad. George Romero had similar ideas for MARTIN (1976) a year later but portraying vampires as just folks is definitely the horror road not taken.

墨西哥超现实吸血鬼片，导演Juan López Moctezuma是JODOROWSKY大师的好友，曾经参与杨大师多部经典CULT片的拍摄工作。 　　A beautifull artist (Cristina Ferrare) moonlights as a vampire while in Mexico, killing lovers of both sex. It seems that the only person who has any chance of stopping her reign of terror is her father (John Carradine), who's also a vampire. Model and future TV host Christina Ferrare is a lesbian vampire whose victims are dying to quench her thirst for blood. Mexican authorities and her father (John Carradine) try to come between Ferrare and her next target's neck in this horrifying shockfest. 　　Juan Lopez Moctezuma's MARY, MARY, BLOODY MARY (1975) is one of those movies you watch and, after mentally cataloging all the things wrong with it, realize how cool it really is... mostly because of all the things you thought were wrong with it. Cristina Ferrare is such a Pamprin headache of an actress, as stiff as a celluloid collar, and yet she does create one of cinema's most interesting vampires. In many ways, Mary couldn't be worse at what she does - while the early murder of a man interested in more than her paintings goes off smoothly (Miss Thing slyly sliding a hairpin out of her chignon during female superior sex and using it to lay open his jugular), her next victim (a fisherman, whom she has attempted to drug) nearly fends her off until she takes him down in one of the most ungainly vampire attacks of all time. 　　Elsewhere, Mary proves herself a complete chicken shit in moments of tension, as when she breaks down in big boo-boo tears when confronted on a country road by a mysterious figure clad in black. She's lachrymose, emotionally withdrawn, sexually disengaged and her art sucks... what a perfect portrait of an Ugly Americana spreading the white man's poison south of the border. It's in this context that the cheapness of the production, the harsh 70s decor, the cold, perfunctory performances and the wall-to-wall Muzak score actually begin to seem like grounded artistic choices and have a lot to do with why I keep coming back to this one. 　　MARY, MARY, BLOODY MARY ends in a surprisingly cynical bloodbath of ultraviolence that leaves only the pathetic title character standing... or in reality on her knees sucking the life out of the one person whose love she had relied on to point her to some kind of normalcy. Not enough vampire movies use awkwardness and incompetence as character traits to define their bloodsuckers and that's too bad. George Romero had similar ideas for MARTIN (1976) a year later but portraying vampires as just folks is definitely the horror road not taken.

内德爱他美丽的妻子玛丽，但由于他的性功能障碍无法满足她，无论他怎么努力，都无济于事。有一天他发誓将自己的灵魂卖给魔鬼，以换取他缺乏的男子气概，并提出接受他的提议，魔鬼答应了。内德很快发现自己能够享受他梦寐以求的体验，但不知道魔鬼对内德和他所有的新玩伴有一些可怕的计划......