Vikingdom (2013)
Actors
Plot
In the midst of time comes the clanging of steel against steel, a collision of myth, history and fiction.... "Vikingdom". Loosely based on Viking legends and the epic poems they left as record, combined with a creative interpretation "Vikingdom" is a fantasy, action adventure about a forgotten king, Eirick, who was tasked with the impossible odds to defeat Thor, the God of Thunder. Thor is on a mission to gather the key ancient relics - "Mjolnir" - his hammer from Valhalla, "Necklace of Mary Magdalene" from Mitgard and the "Horn" from Helheim. This needs to be accomplished before the Blood Eclipse, which happens once every 800 years, failing which, the pagan Viking Gods will never be able to rule and conquer mankind ever again. Only one man can stop him... Eirick, the undead.
Keywords: viking
Genres
Beowulf & Grendel (2005)
Actors
Plot
The blood-soaked tale of a Norse warrior's battle against the great and murderous troll, Grendel. Out of allegiance to the King Hrothgar, the much respected Lord of the Danes, Beowulf leads a troop of warriors across the sea to rid a village of the marauding monster. The monster, Grendel, is not a creature of mythic powers, but one of flesh and blood - immense flesh and raging blood, driven by a vengeance from being wronged, while Beowulf, a victorious soldier in his own right, has become increasingly troubled by the hero-myth rising up around his exploits. Beowulf's willingness to kill on behalf of Hrothgar wavers when it becomes clear that the King is more responsible for the troll's rampages than was first apparent. As a soldier, Beowulf is unaccustomed to hesitating. His relationship with the mesmerizing witch, Selma, creates deeper confusion. Swinging his sword at a great, stinking beast is no longer such a simple act. The story is set in barbarous Northern Europe where the reign of the many-gods is giving way to one - the southern invader, Christ. Beowulf is a man caught between sides in this great shift, his simple code transforming and falling apart before his eyes. Vengeance, loyalty and mercy powerfully entwine. A story of blood and beer and sweat, which strips away the mask of the hero-myth, leaving a raw and tangled tale.
Keywords: 500s, 6th-century, ampersand-in-title, arm-cut-off, axe, axe-fight, based-on-legend, based-on-poem, battle, battle-axe
Genres
Taglines:
The Hero. The Monster. The Myth.
Heads Will Roll
Beneath The Legend Lies The Tale.
Quotes:
King Hygelac: Find Hondscioh a wife, my sheep have had enough!
Beowulf: [kneels] Sleep, Grendel.
Beowulf: I'm Beowulf.
Beowulf: Leave here troll, or stay and meet your doom!
Brendan the Celt: I'm told you're the Danes' king.::King Hrothgar: Celt, you're a ways from home.::Brendan the Celt: I am. But safe with the sword of Christ.::King Hrothgar: Christ, eh? Heard of him. You ever have much luck with trolls?::Brendan the Celt: I'm of the thought they never cross paths. But if you're willing to bow before Christ you shall feel the blessing of his great strength.::King Hrothgar: My gods don't ask me to bow.::Brendan the Celt: And nor should they dare if they won't protect you. To face God's foes is an honor. I've come to drive this evil out.::King Hrothgar: [laughts] With a stick?::Brendan the Celt: With the fire of Heaven!::King Hrothgar: Well, if your heaven's on fire you'd better look to that.::Brendan the Celt: You leave me on a dish for the troll then. Leave me! And if I don't see man's dawn, I shall see God's! I shall see God! [drools and collapses]
Beowulf: Has this thing, this troll, killed any children?::King Hrothgar: No.::Beowulf: Women? [Hrothgar shakes his head] Old men?::King Hrothgar: What are you saying? That he fights with a clean heart? He kills the strongest first. He shows us he can kill the strongest. Who cares if he spares the children? They'll die anyway without fathers.::Beowulf: My wits still war with how this all began.::King Hrothgar: Hate for the mead hall. I can only guess. The night we finished it the foul creep came.::Beowulf: So, nothing was done to the troll itself?::King Hrothgar: Oh, Beowulf, it's a fucking troll! Maybe someone looked at it the wrong way.::Beowulf: Some Dane?::King Hrothgar: ...I never begged anyone to come here. Take on our fight. I don't hold you here.::Beowulf: I know you don't.::King Hrothgar: Then don't sour my heart with talk about why a troll does what a fucking troll does!
Brendan the Celt: Wise king, you must know of the name of Clovis.::King Hrothgar: The Frank?::Brendan the Celt: The Frank. Yes, yes, the Frank. The Christian sword of a land ten times what the Danes hold dear.::Beowulf: He's dead.::Brendan the Celt: Yes, ten years now. But not before he saw God's grace. The Visigoths of Aquitaine, the Romans under Syagrius, the Burgundians, Alamannians all fell before him, and all because he had God's ear.::King Hrothgar: As I recall, he also had a thousand swords, neighbors soft on wine and pork, and no ice on his rivers...::Beowulf: And no fucking trolls.::King Hrothgar: And no fucking trolls!
Thorkel: The Celt says that Jesus Christ never sleeps, that he walks amongst us.::Beowulf: Oh, that's all we need, a god gone mad from lack of sleep.
Beowulf: [on arriving] I'm sorry, we didn't mean to wake you::King Hrothgar: Wake me? I'm a grief-crippled king half drunk in the middle of the afternoon, what is there to wake?
King Hrothgar: You ever worry about that? Heaven?::Beowulf: I'm thinking I'll likely go where I'm sent.
Beowulf & Grendel (2005)
Actors
Plot
The blood-soaked tale of a Norse warrior's battle against the great and murderous troll, Grendel. Out of allegiance to the King Hrothgar, the much respected Lord of the Danes, Beowulf leads a troop of warriors across the sea to rid a village of the marauding monster. The monster, Grendel, is not a creature of mythic powers, but one of flesh and blood - immense flesh and raging blood, driven by a vengeance from being wronged, while Beowulf, a victorious soldier in his own right, has become increasingly troubled by the hero-myth rising up around his exploits. Beowulf's willingness to kill on behalf of Hrothgar wavers when it becomes clear that the King is more responsible for the troll's rampages than was first apparent. As a soldier, Beowulf is unaccustomed to hesitating. His relationship with the mesmerizing witch, Selma, creates deeper confusion. Swinging his sword at a great, stinking beast is no longer such a simple act. The story is set in barbarous Northern Europe where the reign of the many-gods is giving way to one - the southern invader, Christ. Beowulf is a man caught between sides in this great shift, his simple code transforming and falling apart before his eyes. Vengeance, loyalty and mercy powerfully entwine. A story of blood and beer and sweat, which strips away the mask of the hero-myth, leaving a raw and tangled tale.
Keywords: 500s, 6th-century, ampersand-in-title, arm-cut-off, axe, axe-fight, based-on-legend, based-on-poem, battle, battle-axe
Genres
Taglines:
The Hero. The Monster. The Myth.
Heads Will Roll
Beneath The Legend Lies The Tale.
Quotes:
King Hygelac: Find Hondscioh a wife, my sheep have had enough!
Beowulf: [kneels] Sleep, Grendel.
Beowulf: I'm Beowulf.
Beowulf: Leave here troll, or stay and meet your doom!
Brendan the Celt: I'm told you're the Danes' king.::King Hrothgar: Celt, you're a ways from home.::Brendan the Celt: I am. But safe with the sword of Christ.::King Hrothgar: Christ, eh? Heard of him. You ever have much luck with trolls?::Brendan the Celt: I'm of the thought they never cross paths. But if you're willing to bow before Christ you shall feel the blessing of his great strength.::King Hrothgar: My gods don't ask me to bow.::Brendan the Celt: And nor should they dare if they won't protect you. To face God's foes is an honor. I've come to drive this evil out.::King Hrothgar: [laughts] With a stick?::Brendan the Celt: With the fire of Heaven!::King Hrothgar: Well, if your heaven's on fire you'd better look to that.::Brendan the Celt: You leave me on a dish for the troll then. Leave me! And if I don't see man's dawn, I shall see God's! I shall see God! [drools and collapses]
Beowulf: Has this thing, this troll, killed any children?::King Hrothgar: No.::Beowulf: Women? [Hrothgar shakes his head] Old men?::King Hrothgar: What are you saying? That he fights with a clean heart? He kills the strongest first. He shows us he can kill the strongest. Who cares if he spares the children? They'll die anyway without fathers.::Beowulf: My wits still war with how this all began.::King Hrothgar: Hate for the mead hall. I can only guess. The night we finished it the foul creep came.::Beowulf: So, nothing was done to the troll itself?::King Hrothgar: Oh, Beowulf, it's a fucking troll! Maybe someone looked at it the wrong way.::Beowulf: Some Dane?::King Hrothgar: ...I never begged anyone to come here. Take on our fight. I don't hold you here.::Beowulf: I know you don't.::King Hrothgar: Then don't sour my heart with talk about why a troll does what a fucking troll does!
Brendan the Celt: Wise king, you must know of the name of Clovis.::King Hrothgar: The Frank?::Brendan the Celt: The Frank. Yes, yes, the Frank. The Christian sword of a land ten times what the Danes hold dear.::Beowulf: He's dead.::Brendan the Celt: Yes, ten years now. But not before he saw God's grace. The Visigoths of Aquitaine, the Romans under Syagrius, the Burgundians, Alamannians all fell before him, and all because he had God's ear.::King Hrothgar: As I recall, he also had a thousand swords, neighbors soft on wine and pork, and no ice on his rivers...::Beowulf: And no fucking trolls.::King Hrothgar: And no fucking trolls!
Thorkel: The Celt says that Jesus Christ never sleeps, that he walks amongst us.::Beowulf: Oh, that's all we need, a god gone mad from lack of sleep.
Beowulf: [on arriving] I'm sorry, we didn't mean to wake you::King Hrothgar: Wake me? I'm a grief-crippled king half drunk in the middle of the afternoon, what is there to wake?
King Hrothgar: You ever worry about that? Heaven?::Beowulf: I'm thinking I'll likely go where I'm sent.
Beowulf & Grendel (2005)
Actors
Plot
The blood-soaked tale of a Norse warrior's battle against the great and murderous troll, Grendel. Out of allegiance to the King Hrothgar, the much respected Lord of the Danes, Beowulf leads a troop of warriors across the sea to rid a village of the marauding monster. The monster, Grendel, is not a creature of mythic powers, but one of flesh and blood - immense flesh and raging blood, driven by a vengeance from being wronged, while Beowulf, a victorious soldier in his own right, has become increasingly troubled by the hero-myth rising up around his exploits. Beowulf's willingness to kill on behalf of Hrothgar wavers when it becomes clear that the King is more responsible for the troll's rampages than was first apparent. As a soldier, Beowulf is unaccustomed to hesitating. His relationship with the mesmerizing witch, Selma, creates deeper confusion. Swinging his sword at a great, stinking beast is no longer such a simple act. The story is set in barbarous Northern Europe where the reign of the many-gods is giving way to one - the southern invader, Christ. Beowulf is a man caught between sides in this great shift, his simple code transforming and falling apart before his eyes. Vengeance, loyalty and mercy powerfully entwine. A story of blood and beer and sweat, which strips away the mask of the hero-myth, leaving a raw and tangled tale.
Keywords: 500s, 6th-century, ampersand-in-title, arm-cut-off, axe, axe-fight, based-on-legend, based-on-poem, battle, battle-axe
Genres
Taglines:
The Hero. The Monster. The Myth.
Heads Will Roll
Beneath The Legend Lies The Tale.
Quotes:
King Hygelac: Find Hondscioh a wife, my sheep have had enough!
Beowulf: [kneels] Sleep, Grendel.
Beowulf: I'm Beowulf.
Beowulf: Leave here troll, or stay and meet your doom!
Brendan the Celt: I'm told you're the Danes' king.::King Hrothgar: Celt, you're a ways from home.::Brendan the Celt: I am. But safe with the sword of Christ.::King Hrothgar: Christ, eh? Heard of him. You ever have much luck with trolls?::Brendan the Celt: I'm of the thought they never cross paths. But if you're willing to bow before Christ you shall feel the blessing of his great strength.::King Hrothgar: My gods don't ask me to bow.::Brendan the Celt: And nor should they dare if they won't protect you. To face God's foes is an honor. I've come to drive this evil out.::King Hrothgar: [laughts] With a stick?::Brendan the Celt: With the fire of Heaven!::King Hrothgar: Well, if your heaven's on fire you'd better look to that.::Brendan the Celt: You leave me on a dish for the troll then. Leave me! And if I don't see man's dawn, I shall see God's! I shall see God! [drools and collapses]
Beowulf: Has this thing, this troll, killed any children?::King Hrothgar: No.::Beowulf: Women? [Hrothgar shakes his head] Old men?::King Hrothgar: What are you saying? That he fights with a clean heart? He kills the strongest first. He shows us he can kill the strongest. Who cares if he spares the children? They'll die anyway without fathers.::Beowulf: My wits still war with how this all began.::King Hrothgar: Hate for the mead hall. I can only guess. The night we finished it the foul creep came.::Beowulf: So, nothing was done to the troll itself?::King Hrothgar: Oh, Beowulf, it's a fucking troll! Maybe someone looked at it the wrong way.::Beowulf: Some Dane?::King Hrothgar: ...I never begged anyone to come here. Take on our fight. I don't hold you here.::Beowulf: I know you don't.::King Hrothgar: Then don't sour my heart with talk about why a troll does what a fucking troll does!
Brendan the Celt: Wise king, you must know of the name of Clovis.::King Hrothgar: The Frank?::Brendan the Celt: The Frank. Yes, yes, the Frank. The Christian sword of a land ten times what the Danes hold dear.::Beowulf: He's dead.::Brendan the Celt: Yes, ten years now. But not before he saw God's grace. The Visigoths of Aquitaine, the Romans under Syagrius, the Burgundians, Alamannians all fell before him, and all because he had God's ear.::King Hrothgar: As I recall, he also had a thousand swords, neighbors soft on wine and pork, and no ice on his rivers...::Beowulf: And no fucking trolls.::King Hrothgar: And no fucking trolls!
Thorkel: The Celt says that Jesus Christ never sleeps, that he walks amongst us.::Beowulf: Oh, that's all we need, a god gone mad from lack of sleep.
Beowulf: [on arriving] I'm sorry, we didn't mean to wake you::King Hrothgar: Wake me? I'm a grief-crippled king half drunk in the middle of the afternoon, what is there to wake?
King Hrothgar: You ever worry about that? Heaven?::Beowulf: I'm thinking I'll likely go where I'm sent.
Beowulf & Grendel (2005)
Actors
Plot
The blood-soaked tale of a Norse warrior's battle against the great and murderous troll, Grendel. Out of allegiance to the King Hrothgar, the much respected Lord of the Danes, Beowulf leads a troop of warriors across the sea to rid a village of the marauding monster. The monster, Grendel, is not a creature of mythic powers, but one of flesh and blood - immense flesh and raging blood, driven by a vengeance from being wronged, while Beowulf, a victorious soldier in his own right, has become increasingly troubled by the hero-myth rising up around his exploits. Beowulf's willingness to kill on behalf of Hrothgar wavers when it becomes clear that the King is more responsible for the troll's rampages than was first apparent. As a soldier, Beowulf is unaccustomed to hesitating. His relationship with the mesmerizing witch, Selma, creates deeper confusion. Swinging his sword at a great, stinking beast is no longer such a simple act. The story is set in barbarous Northern Europe where the reign of the many-gods is giving way to one - the southern invader, Christ. Beowulf is a man caught between sides in this great shift, his simple code transforming and falling apart before his eyes. Vengeance, loyalty and mercy powerfully entwine. A story of blood and beer and sweat, which strips away the mask of the hero-myth, leaving a raw and tangled tale.
Keywords: 500s, 6th-century, ampersand-in-title, arm-cut-off, axe, axe-fight, based-on-legend, based-on-poem, battle, battle-axe
Genres
Taglines:
The Hero. The Monster. The Myth.
Heads Will Roll
Beneath The Legend Lies The Tale.
Quotes:
King Hygelac: Find Hondscioh a wife, my sheep have had enough!
Beowulf: [kneels] Sleep, Grendel.
Beowulf: I'm Beowulf.
Beowulf: Leave here troll, or stay and meet your doom!
Brendan the Celt: I'm told you're the Danes' king.::King Hrothgar: Celt, you're a ways from home.::Brendan the Celt: I am. But safe with the sword of Christ.::King Hrothgar: Christ, eh? Heard of him. You ever have much luck with trolls?::Brendan the Celt: I'm of the thought they never cross paths. But if you're willing to bow before Christ you shall feel the blessing of his great strength.::King Hrothgar: My gods don't ask me to bow.::Brendan the Celt: And nor should they dare if they won't protect you. To face God's foes is an honor. I've come to drive this evil out.::King Hrothgar: [laughts] With a stick?::Brendan the Celt: With the fire of Heaven!::King Hrothgar: Well, if your heaven's on fire you'd better look to that.::Brendan the Celt: You leave me on a dish for the troll then. Leave me! And if I don't see man's dawn, I shall see God's! I shall see God! [drools and collapses]
Beowulf: Has this thing, this troll, killed any children?::King Hrothgar: No.::Beowulf: Women? [Hrothgar shakes his head] Old men?::King Hrothgar: What are you saying? That he fights with a clean heart? He kills the strongest first. He shows us he can kill the strongest. Who cares if he spares the children? They'll die anyway without fathers.::Beowulf: My wits still war with how this all began.::King Hrothgar: Hate for the mead hall. I can only guess. The night we finished it the foul creep came.::Beowulf: So, nothing was done to the troll itself?::King Hrothgar: Oh, Beowulf, it's a fucking troll! Maybe someone looked at it the wrong way.::Beowulf: Some Dane?::King Hrothgar: ...I never begged anyone to come here. Take on our fight. I don't hold you here.::Beowulf: I know you don't.::King Hrothgar: Then don't sour my heart with talk about why a troll does what a fucking troll does!
Brendan the Celt: Wise king, you must know of the name of Clovis.::King Hrothgar: The Frank?::Brendan the Celt: The Frank. Yes, yes, the Frank. The Christian sword of a land ten times what the Danes hold dear.::Beowulf: He's dead.::Brendan the Celt: Yes, ten years now. But not before he saw God's grace. The Visigoths of Aquitaine, the Romans under Syagrius, the Burgundians, Alamannians all fell before him, and all because he had God's ear.::King Hrothgar: As I recall, he also had a thousand swords, neighbors soft on wine and pork, and no ice on his rivers...::Beowulf: And no fucking trolls.::King Hrothgar: And no fucking trolls!
Thorkel: The Celt says that Jesus Christ never sleeps, that he walks amongst us.::Beowulf: Oh, that's all we need, a god gone mad from lack of sleep.
Beowulf: [on arriving] I'm sorry, we didn't mean to wake you::King Hrothgar: Wake me? I'm a grief-crippled king half drunk in the middle of the afternoon, what is there to wake?
King Hrothgar: You ever worry about that? Heaven?::Beowulf: I'm thinking I'll likely go where I'm sent.
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