Still Dead, And Now in 3D
Plot
No ordinary documentary, this feature-length film investigates the history and background of Dracula's Dublin-born creator and the influencing places, people and tragedies that ultimately inspired the birth of the vampire as we know it. A tale of a being rising from the dead bringing the mystery and excitement of the vampire legend to life. Experience the awesome, moving and haunting journey into a world of mystery, adventure and horror. This beautiful tale harmoniously blends fiction and fact as the audience spirals through the land of the living, the tombs of the dead and most importantly, the world of the 'undead'
Keywords: apostrophe-in-title, blood, bram-stoker, character-name-in-title, darkness, dracula, horror-filmmaking, punctuation-in-title, thriller-filmmaking, vampire
Plot
Sir Robert Chiltern is a successful Government minister, well-off and with a loving wife. All this is threatened when Mrs Cheveley appears in London with damning evidence of a past misdeed. Sir Robert turns for help to his friend Lord Goring, an apparently idle philanderer and the despair of his father. Goring knows the lady of old, and, for him, takes the whole thing pretty seriously.
Keywords: 36-year-old, argument, bachelor, bare-chested-male, based-on-novel, based-on-play, bath-house, bathhouse, bet, blackmail
He just doesn't know it yet.
Lord Arthur Goring: To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance.
Sir Robert Chiltern: If you are suggesting, Sir Edward, that my position in society owes anything to my wife, you are utterly mistaken. It owes everything to my wife.
Lord Arthur Goring: Fashion is what one wears oneself. What is unfashionable is what other people wear. Other people are quite dreadful. The only possible society is oneself.
Lord Arthur Goring: Excuse me a moment. I'm in the middle of my performance of the attentive son.
Mabel: To look at a thing is quite different from seeing a thing, and one does not see anything until one sees its beauty.
Lord Arthur Goring: [to statue] It is a great nuisance. I can't find anyone else to talk to. I'm so full of interesting information, I feel like the latest edition of something or other. Well, after some consideration... so much to do, there's only one thing to be done. There comes a time in every son's life when he must, indeed, follow his father's advice: I shall go to bed at once.
Lord Caversham: Married yet?::Lord Arthur Goring: Ask me again in half an hour.
Countess: Aren't you going to congratulate me?::Lord Arthur Goring: Congratulations.::Countess: Aren't you going to ask what for?::Lord Arthur Goring: What for?::Countess: I've made a great decision. I've decided to get married.::Lord Arthur Goring: My God! Who to?::Countess: That part is yet to be decided.
Tommy Trafford: Miss Mabel, I hope you'll be able to make our usual appointment, as I have something very particular I wish to say to you. Good day, ladies.::Mabel: When Tommy wants to be romantic, he talks to one just like a doctor.
Lord Caversham: I don't know how you stand society. A lot of damned nobodies talking about nothing.::Lord Arthur Goring: I love talking about nothing, Father. It's the only thing I know anything about.::Lord Caversham: That is a paradox, sir. I hate paradoxes.
Plot
The story of Oscar Wilde, genius, poet, playwright and the First Modern Man. The self-realization of his homosexuality caused Wilde enormous torment as he juggled marriage, fatherhood and responsibility with his obsessive love for Lord Alfred Douglas, nicknamed Bosie. After legal action instigated by Bosie's father, the enraged Marquise of Queensberry, Wilde refused to flee the country and was sentenced to two years at hard labor by the courts of an intolerant Victorian society.
Keywords: aristocracy, bare-butt, based-on-book, biopic, bisexual, character-name-in-title, courtroom, diving, england, family-relationships
The story of the first modern man
We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.
Oscar Wilde: I do believe in anything, provided it is incredible. That's why I intend to die a Catholic, though I never could live as one.
Oscar Wilde: Alcohol, taken in sufficient quantities, may produce all the effects of drunkenness.
[the love of older men for younger men:]::Oscar Wilde: The love that dare not speak its name.
Oscar Wilde: I feel like a city that's been under siege for twenty years, and suddenly the gates are thrown open.
Oscar Wilde: In this life there are only two tragedies. One is not getting what one wants. The other is getting it.
Lord Alfred 'Bosie' Douglas: No gentleman ever has the slightest idea of what his bank balance is.
Ada: You really must be careful, you're in great danger of becoming rich.
Marquess of Queensberry: Men shouldn't be charming. It's disgusting!
Rentboy: Looking for someone?
Marquess of Queensberry: [very drunk] Where d'you stand on cremation?::Oscar Wilde: I'm not sure I have a position.::Marquess of Queensberry: I'm for it. I wrote a poem about it. 'When I am dead, cremate me.' That's how it starts. 'When... I am dead... cremate me'. Whaddya think of that for an opening line?::Oscar Wilde: It's... challenging.
Plot
Late on Guy Fawkes Day, 1892, Oscar Wilde arrives at a high-class brothel where a surprise awaits: a staging of his play "Salome," with parts played by prostitutes, Wilde's host, his lover Bosey, and Lady Alice. The movie moves between the play and Wilde's night. In the play, Herod begs his pubescent step-daughter Salome to dance for him, promising her anything she desires. Her mother, Herodias, objects. Salome is stung by John the Baptist's rejection of her affections. The prophet's scolding celibacy puts him between the expressed desire of age and youth. Wilde dallies with a young man as he watches the show, provoking Bosey's jealousy. Two surprises await us.
Keywords: 1890s, 19th-century, actor, actress, anachronism, angel-of-death, apple, arrest, backstage, balmoral-castle
NOTORIOUS, SCANDALOUS, WILDE!
Plot
At the height of his fame (his plays being much celebrated in London in the 1890's), Oscar Wilde angers the Lord Queensbury by having what is whispered and gossiped as a romantic relationship with Queensbury's son, twenty years Wilde's junior. When Queensbury slanders Wilde, the arrogant artist decides to take the matter to court, and brings about his own downfall.
Keywords: based-on-book, based-on-play, based-on-true-story, blackmail, character-name-in-title, courtroom, defense-attorney, gay, gay-father, gay-husband
[the Marquis of Queensbury hands an insulting bouquet of vegetables to Oscar Wilde]::Oscar Wilde: How charming. Every time I smell them I shall think of you, Lord Queensbury.
Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde (16 October 1854 – 30 November 1900) was an Irish writer and poet. After writing in different forms throughout the 1880s, he became one of London's most popular playwrights in the early 1890s. Today he is remembered for his epigrams, plays and the circumstances of his imprisonment, followed by his early death.
Wilde's parents were successful Dublin intellectuals. Their son became fluent in French and German early in life. At university Wilde read Greats; he proved himself to be an outstanding classicist, first at Dublin, then at Oxford. He became known for his involvement in the rising philosophy of aestheticism, led by two of his tutors, Walter Pater and John Ruskin. After university, Wilde moved to London into fashionable cultural and social circles. As a spokesman for aestheticism, he tried his hand at various literary activities: he published a book of poems, lectured in the United States of America and Canada on the new "English Renaissance in Art", and then returned to London where he worked prolifically as a journalist. Known for his biting wit, flamboyant dress, and glittering conversation, Wilde had become one of the most well-known personalities of his day.
Episodes and parallels
Don't you want the invitation
Big bright accent, catty smile
Oscar Wilde confrontation
Ah, Live like it's the style
When we waltz on your front porch
We are all our-own devil
We are all our-own devil
We make this world our hell
Porcelain teacups decorate
Tables and the conversation
Beauty pageants, all the time
Is running out, the time is running out
Time keeps on ticking away
Always running away
We're always running in time