Anna Nicole
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- 2013
- 85 min
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Welcome to Mexia, Texas,
my hometown.
Most people pronounce it "Mex-ia,"
and it's not.
It's "Me-hay-ya."
This here is the chicken stand
where I used to work.
And it's where I met my first husband.
Oh, shoot.
I don't wanna talk about him.
Cut. Cut. Ha-ha.
- Anna, come here.
- Anna!
- Yeah!
- Anna!
You want a little fun?
- Here!
- Anna!
Here I come
Oh, you want to go wild
You want to set this off
Hold onto your glass
'Cause your world will rock
We might get crazy
Hey, baby, don't fear
Get ready to party
The party's here
I'll be buried as international
celebrity and balls-to-the-wall party girl,
Anna Nicole Smith,
but I was born Vicky Lynn Hogan.
Vicky Lynn.
Your hair looks like
something nested in it.
Did you brush it?
I forgot.
Don't forget tomorrow, okay?
I'll see you later.
My mama married four different men.
None of them, as far as I could tell,
were worth two ugly craps.
I don't know why
Mama's younger sister lived with us.
Thanks for the ride.
See you tomorrow.
But I know it would have been
a whole lot worse for me if she hadn't.
Clean your room today?
Let me see.
- I told you not to lock your door.
- Go away.
Unlock your door.
Go away.
Get away from me.
Stop it.
Hands off.
Get off me.
Stop.
I always felt like
if I hadn't met Marilyn.
I never would've become Anna.
- You better run.
- Yeah.
You get out of here
and never come back, do you hear me?
You scumbag.
Vicky Lynn.
Vicky Lynn.
Vicky Lynn.
Who are you?
I'm Anna.
Anna Nicole.
You're so pretty.
When you grow up,
you're gonna get earrings just like mine.
Vicky Lynn.
Are you really sure
you need all that?
Everybody's wearing makeup now.
I suppose so.
You going bowling, little girl?
Is that what you told me? Mm.
Sounds exciting.
Guess there's gonna be boys at the alley.
There always are.
And with you dressed like that,
gonna get yourself some attention.
Even if your makeup's a mess.
Oh, I'm just playing.
You want some hot chocolate?
Sure.
Mama.
Believe me
I have no interest
in locking my daughter in her room.
But when you start dressing like that,
that's what good mama needs to do.
It takes no genius to figure out
it's leading you
to balling some boy in back of a Buick,
which will lead to an unwanted baby,
which I have interest none
in taking care of.
I just wanna go bowling. Pretty please.
Don't ruin this for me.
I'm not ruining nothing.
It's men that ruined my life.
And I don't wanna see you
making the same mistakes I did.
I didn't have anyone
to help me make right decisions.
Mama, why don't you trust me?
I shouldn't have gotten married at 16.
Please, Mama.
Had a baby right off.
Let me out of here.
Nobody should.
And I'm doing this for your own good.
Mom.
Honestly, I am.
I ain't gonna have a baby, Mama.
I just wanna go bowling.
Mama, let me out of here.
Mama, please.
I just wanna go bowling.
Please. Mama.
Well, go ahead, leave.
I won't know you're gone.
Whatever crap hole you end in,
they won't know you got there.
That ain't even nice.
It's okay, pumpkin.
I told you not to marry the cook
at Crispy Carl's Fried Chicken.
And I told you and I told you
and I don't know how many times
I told you not to have a baby so young.
Danny is the best thing
that's ever happened to me.
Fry cook throw you out?
No, he didn't throw me out. I left.
Well, aren't you the cat's meow?
I'm not gonna take care
of what you can't.
Mama, you ain't gonna have to.
I can take care of Danny just fine.
We ain't got nowhere to go.
Please?
The best lessons, Vicky Lynn,
are the hardest.
My advice is to get back in that car and
figure out how to take care of yourself
because that's all you got in this world
anyway.
Don't worry, pumpkin.
I'll figure something out.
They say mothers
have a natural instinct
to protect their offspring.
Well, they never had my mama.
Well, it's your lucky day.
Eighteen dollars!
Over here. Come on.
What you doing?
Come on. Right here.
Well, the truth of it is, sugar,
we're all full up on waitresses right now.
But, now, if you're not too shy,
what about performing?
Give you a look-see
on the pole-dancing side.
You make me say La la la la
How's the pay on the pole-dancing?
Even without much on top,
10 times as much.
Heck, sky's the limit.
La la la la
From dusk till dawn
World go round
And, baby, that ain't nothing new
And so we shake up the day
And we kick into play
Until the night turns into day
Push up the beat, keep it movin'
And we let our hair loose
Pitiful.
Try this.
Girl.
Having trouble stepping up?
Yeah.
This might help.
The pill's Xanax.
It'll help you forget about yourself.
And the champagne?
Well, that just tastes good.
I got you.
Vicky Lynn.
Hey, we don't have all day out here.
There's only one thing left to do
Push up the beat, keep it movin'
Shake up the day
And we kick into play
Until the night turns into day
Push up the beat, keep it movin'
I'm nervous and it shows
I wanna make you proud
I've got a crush on you
You know it
I'm nervous and it shows
I wanna make you proud
I've got a crush on you
- Thank you.
- Come on.
- All right, then.
- Okay.
Hey.
- Hey, what's going on?
- Yeah?
All right.
Hey, please.
Settle down, please.
Love, my love, your feeling
Is all the lust I love
Love, my love, your feeling
Is all the lust I love
Is all the lust I love
Love, my love, your feeling
Love, my love, your feeling
Is all the lust I love
Oh, come on.
Hey. I ain't finished yet.
I kinda like a crazy, crazy, crazy boy
I kinda like a crazy, crazy, crazy boy
I kinda like a crazy,
crazy, crazy boy
Come over here, please.
- Come on.
- Come here.
Tickle, tickle, tickle.
Tickle monster's gonna get you.
Tickle monster.
Oh, yeah.
Now the newest and red-hottest,
dance-alicious, Vicky Lynn.
So how big are we thinking here?
Would you like peaches?
Grapefruits?
Melons?
How about as close to what usually lives
in this bag?
Bowling balls?
Yes. Jesus Christ.
I came here with a goal
No senses
Always believed I'll get ya
No clue in where to go
Maybe out of control
Believe I'll get ya
To get back into
Forthcoming, yeah, rolling open
Believe I'll get ya Come in
My valley
These arms are waiting
- Move your head.
- Put it in. Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
It ain't fair
I give you my all
No, you won't fall Yeah
Welcome home.
This is our new home, buddy.
Yeah, it is.
Whoa.
Don't hurt yourself, Mama.
Well, don't climb any higher.
You buy this for us?
Well, I'm just renting it for now.
But it's got three bedrooms,
so you get your own and I get my own,
and we can turn the third bedroom
into our own private playroom.
You're the best mama, Mama.
Ha-ha-ha.
And I hope you remembered
to pack your bathing suit.
What for?
Well, that would be owing
to what we got in our new backyard.
We don't have swimming pool
in our backyard.
Yeah, we do.
What?
Let's go. Whoa!
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