Plot
Grief, guilt, and betrayal. In North London, a young mother dotes on her four-year-old son and lives in a modest flat with her husband, a cop in the bomb squad. The Arsenal football team is their religion. On May Day, a major terrorist attack brings tragedy while she is in the arms of a rich reporter who lives over the road. She wishes she were dead. In grief and guilt, she pursues revenge, faces betrayal, experiences delusions, and may be suicidal. Two men seek her affection: the reporter and a colleague of her husband's who imagines caravan camping with her on a beach. In London, the city of the Great Fire and of Hitler's bombardment, is there any way back to life for her?
Keywords: accidental-shooting, adultery, archive-footage, baby, balloon, bare-breasts, bathtub, beach, blonde, bomb-disposal
The truth can blow you apart.
Young Mother: I wonder, did you celebrate when you heard my boys got killed? Did you turn on the radio and hear them say a thousand and three dead? Did you put down your mouth over the rocks and kneel down to pray? I prayed. I prayed for the deaths toll to go up to a thousand and four and take me too.
Young Mother: I've heard it said that grief is like an animal to some. With a life of its own and we are at its mercy. I don't know about that. Grief is the stillness of the world the moment my boy left it. It's that quiet rain that never stops falling. They say that grief transforms us. I know it's transforming me, but into what?
[first lines]::The Boy: 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Go...::The Boy: Mummy you blinked, I won.::Young Mother: Yes you did. Now in you get. Tomorrow we're going to the sea-side.::Young Mother: [narration - boy running on the beach] So, if I'm going to show you my life, better start here. My boy, in Camber Sands. Why this and why now? I'll come back to that.::The Boy: Mummy!::Young Mother: [narration] A force of nature was what the midwife called him when he came howling into this world four years ago. And he hasn't stopped since.::The Boy: Mummy!::Young Mother: [narration] Me and him spend a lot of time together on account his Dad is a right miserable bugger. To be fair, he wasn't always miserable. Or maybe he was and I just didn't see it. I wouldn't be the first one in my family to have her knickers charmed off her by some fellow in the Army. Any way, for better or worse, I got my boy and he got me.::The Boy: [dangling a sand worm] Mummy! Mummy!::Young Mother: [narration] I remember my Mum took me to Camber Sands once. The one day she was sober. It was drizzling then too. "Gets you out of the house, don't it?", she said.::Young Mother: [narration - on train] And that quiet rain fell all the way home.::Young Mother: [narration - London street] My gran told me that Adolf Hitler did us a favour when he bombed London. His incendiary bombs made the hole in Barnett Grove that they built our tower blocks in. And London burned with incredible noise and fury. It was on account of Adolf, she said, that we get a nice view with the Georgian Gems on the other side of the street, where the bomb missed.::The Boy: Mummy. I'm running, I'm running really far. Come on, catch me!::Young Mother: [calling to him] Careful. If you think I can't see you in there, you're mad.::Young Mother: [narration] We bought our flat off the Council. Smells of chip fat. But Lenny says it will be a good investment one day, because it's within a stone's throw of the city. Third generation of tower block dwellers, we are. If you're interested just type in Chav, Pikey or Ned, and you'll find us in council estates all over London. Favourite food: Chicken Kiev, favourite TV programme: Top Gear, Religion? Arsenal Football Club.
Terrence Butcher: You know what the best thing about caravans is?::Young Mother: No.::Terrence Butcher: The best thing about caravans is that they're always exactly the same. My dad used to say that. Where ever you tow them, when you close the door, at the end of the day you're home. Doesn't matter what kind of day I've had, if I imagine closing the caravan door, I feel better. Well, that feeling's gone. Ever since May Day, it's as if I can't close the caravan door any more. Can't leave the horrors outside. That's what those bastards have done, got inside my caravan.
Young Mother: Do you think it's possible to love someone and betray them at the same time?
Young Mother: [last lines - narration] People thought it was the end of the world. But the world didn't end. So they rebuilt the city in 3 years, stronger and taller. London is a city built on the wreckage of itself, Osama. It's had more come backs than the evil dead. It's been flattened by storms and flooded out and rotted with plague. Even Hitler couldn't finish it off. Death nor flame was like hell, my grandmother said, just one endless sea of flames. But we built on the rubble, and we kept on coming like zombies. I *am* the city, Osama. I am the whole world. Murder me with bombs and I will only build myself again, and stronger. I'm too stupid to know better.::Young Mother: The Sun says you are an evil monster, but I don't believe in you, and I know it takes two to tango. I know you're vexed at the leaders of the western world. Well I'll be writing to them too.::Young Mother: [as baby is being born] I know you're a clever man, Osama. Much brighter than me. If I can make you see my son with all your heart for just one moment, I know you would stop making boy-shaped holes in the world - it would make you too sad. Love is not surrender, Osama. Love is furious and brave and loud. You could hear it in the noise my boy made when he played with his cars.::The Boy: [memory of him playing] Vroom! Vroom! Vroom!::Young Mother: I wish you could have heard him, Osama. That noise is the fiercest and the loudest sound on earth. It will echo 'til the end of time. It is more deafening than bombs. Come to me. Come to me and we'll blow the world back together with incredible noise and fury.
Terrence Butcher: At the end of the day, this is a war between two different species. I'm not paid to understand the mind-set, I'm paid to prevent.
Plot
Rowan plays the eponymous lead character in a spoof spy thriller. During the course of the story we follow our hero as he attempts to single-handedly save the country from falling into the hands of a despot.
Keywords: aerial-shot, airplane, archbishop, based-on-commercial, bathroom, bloody-mary, bomb, brawl, british, british-comedy
Stor biograf-success! (Huge cinema-success!) [Danish]
He Knows No Fear. He Knows No Danger. He Knows Nothing.
Prepare for British Intelligence.
The star of Bean is now Her Majesty's most trusted secret agent.
He's the kind of secret agent the Secret Service keeps secret.
Neví, co je strach. Neví, co je nebezpecí. Neví vlastne vubec nic. (He Knows No Fear. He Knows No Danger. He Knows Nothing.) [Slovak]
The star of Bean is now Her Majesty's most trusted secret agent
When it comes to secret agents, there's smooth, there's sophisticated, and then...there's English.
Lorna Campbell: What are you going to do? Sit in this grotty flat feeling sorry for yourself, or are you going to get out there and save your country?::Johnny English: ...I'm going to sit in the flat.
Johnny English: All right, so I was wrong about the Archbishop's bottom.
Official at Funeral: Everything in order, English?::Johnny English: I think you'll find it's rather more than just in order, Sir. You are now entering the most secure location in the whole of England.::[a bomb explodes in the distance, killing all the British agents]
Johnny English: A good agent doesn't need gadgets. The only gadgets I've ever needed are a sharp eye, sensitive hearing and a whole bunch of bigger brains.
Johnny English: Look pull yourself together, it's only a bit of poo.
[Bough and Johnny fall down a large hole]::Bough: Are you all right, sir?::Johnny English: Yes, I landed on something quite soft.::Bough: That was me, sir.::Johnny English: Ah. Good.
[English is whistling a note that is gradually rising in pitch, to find the resonant frequency which will unlock the door of the prison cell]::Lorna Campbell: I can't hear anything.::Johnny English: I'm into ultrasonic.
[Johnny has just been accidentally crowned King]::Johnny English: Arrest that man! And lock him away! [crowd cheers]
[Johnny and Bough are in a dark tunnel]::Johnny English: It may be pitch black, but we can still see.::Bough: Can we, sir? How?::Johnny English: The Bedouin monks of the Al Maghreb mountains developed a system of sonic chanting.::Bough: I see, sir.::Johnny English: The sound of their chanting would bounce back off any obstacles, and using their highly tuned ears they could paint a mental picture of the path ahead.::Bough: Brilliant, sir.::Johnny English: However, you must always sing in E-flat.::Johnny English: [singing] Thank you for the music / The songs I'm singing::Bough: Is it working, sir?::Johnny English: Extremely well, thank you, Bough.::Johnny English: [singing] Thanks for all the joy that...::[Johnny hits the tunnel wall]::Johnny English: Ow!
[first lines]::Johnny English: Ah, the Heckler and Koch G-36. Quite deadly in the right hands.
Plot
As the story opens, King Henry II, who ruled England from 1154 to 1189 has entered Canterbury Cathedral to do penance at the tomb of his former friend, Thomas Becket. Bare to the waist, the king kneels to receive a flogging from Saxon monks. He begins to reminisce, recalling at first the carefree, promiscuous adventures with Becket, then his favorite drinking and wenching companion. A violently emotional drama that probes the changing relationship between two young men - between two close friends bound together by similar pride of flesh and spirit who become deadly enemies as they pursue their separate destinies . . . that of king . . . and saint.
Keywords: 1160s, 1170s, 12th-century, adultery, archbishop, assassination, based-on-play, bathing, beach, betrayal
An age of rampant lusts, abandon, runaway passions. An age brought bristling to life by two of the most exciting stars of our time!
A taste for wine and women made them friends. A sudden clash made them man and martyr...which led to murder!
The screen explodes with rage and passion and greatness!
Thomas a Becket: God rest his soul.::King Henry II: He will, He will. He'll be much more use to God than he ever was to me.
Thomas a Becket: Honor is a private matter within; it's an idea, and every man has his own version of it.::King Henry II: How gracefully you tell your king to mind his own business.
Empress Matilda: Oh, if I were a man!::King Henry II: Thank God, madam, He gave you breasts! An asset from which I derived not the slightest benefit.
King Henry II: Am I the strongest or am I not?::Thomas a Becket: You are today, but one must never drive one's enemy to despair; it makes him strong. Gentleness is better politics, it saps virility. A good occupational force must never crush. It must corrupt.
King Henry II: Don't be nervous, Bishop. I'm not asking for absolution. I've something far worse than a sin on my conscience: a mistake.
King Henry II: Let us drink, gentlemen. Let us drink, till we roll under the table in vomit and oblivion.
King Henry II: Have you any idea how much trouble I took to make you noble?::Thomas a Becket: I think so; I recall, you pointed a finger and said, "Thomas Becket, you are noble." The Queen and your mother became very agitated.
Thomas a Becket: England is a ship. The king is captain of the ship.::King Henry II: That's neat. I like that.
King Henry II: Your body, madam, was a desert that duty forced me to wander in alone. But you have never been a wife to me!
King Henry II: He's read books, you know, it's amazing. He's drunk and wenched his way through London but he's thinking all the time.
Plot
Young Robin Hood, in love with Maid Marian, enters an archery contest with his father at the King's palace. On the way home his father is murdered by hench men of Prince John. Robin takes up the life of an outlaw, gathering together his band of merry men with him in Sherwood Forest, to avenge his father's death and to help the people of the land that Prince John are over taxing.
Keywords: 1100s, action-hero, adventure-hero, ambush, archer, archery, arrow, axe, axe-fight, bandit
Maid Marian: And you, good rogue, have my gracious leave to pine and fret till my return.::Robin Hood: Oh, why should I?::Maid Marian: To please a lady.::Robin Hood: I could please myself to take up the cross and follow my king to the Holy Land.::Maid Marian: 'Twould come to the same thing in the end. Chop a few heads enough you'd come back a knight. As a knight you'd go jousting a tournament, to please a lady, and have your own head chopped off.::Robin Hood: It would be worth it.::Maid Marian: Is she so passing fair?::Robin Hood: Aye::Maid Marian: Describe her to me, Robin.::Robin Hood: Well... she's....::Tyb: Marian! Come now!::Robin Hood: You're father's waiting.::Maid Marian: I know, I know. Tell me quickly.::Robin Hood: Well, she's tall and stately with bonnie blue eyes and golden hair. And above all she's sweetly tempered. [Marian kicks Robin in the shin] Ooooh. Owe.::Maid Marian: Farewell, old clodhopper!
Tyb: Where's that harem-scarem son of yours?::Hugh Fitzooth: The maid's not with Robin if that's what you mean.::Tyb: Find one bad penny, you'll find two.
Maid Marian: [dressed as a page boy being held back by Little John] Let me go, you monster! Let me go!::Robin Hood: Hey, John. Give me that lad.::Maid Marian: [Marian is tossed to Robin] Let me down, you... you white faced...::Robin Hood: Well, you're a pretty lad and sweetly tempered. Like a lady I used to know.::Maid Marian: And I used to know a gentleman called Robin Fitzooth who would scorn to be a common thief.
Maid Marian: So it's goodbye again.::Robin Hood: It will always be goodbye till King Richard returns.::Maid Marian: I fear so. Do you remember the day we said goodbye at Huntington?::Robin Hood: I do.::Maid Marian: And you were wishing to join the crusade and go to the Holy Land.::Robin Hood: Yes.::Maid Marian: It's well for England that you didn't.::Robin Hood: I wonder.::Maid Marian: You're serving your king better here, Robin Fitzooth.::Robin Hood: Thank you, my lady.
Maid Marian: Just what do you think you are doing?::Robin Hood: Getting up.::Maid Marian: You are not. Come now, a sup of barley broth.::Robin Hood: I'm sick to death of barley broth. And once more I've been bullied long enough by you and that turniped faced friar.::Friar Tuck: Hmph!::Maid Marian: Now you drink this!::Robin Hood: You drink it!::Friar Tuck: [sits on Robin Hood so he can't move] Pour it down his throat.
Plot
In the inspired Olivier concept, Shakespeare's play begins as a performance in the Globe Theatre, shifting in broad cinematic terms to an epic narrative of Henry V, who had developed from a dissolute youth to a purposeful monarch. Proving his ability as a soldier and skillful leader, he unites the dissident factions in the English army and goes on to crush the French, against enormous odds, at Agincourt. Arranging a treaty with the French court, he woos Princess Katharine to whom he is formally betrothed as part of the peace agreement.
Keywords: 1400s, 15th-century, actor-director-writer, agincourt-france, agincourt-pas-de-calais, archbishop, based-on-play, battle, battle-of-agincourt, bishop
Laurence Olivier's Presentation in Technicolor of Henry V
[first lines]::Chorus: O! for a Muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention; a kingdom for a stage, princes to act and monarchs to behold the swelling scene. Then should the war-like Harry, like himself, assume the port of Mars; and at his heels, leashed in like hounds, would famine, word, and fire crouch for employment. But pardon, gentles all, the flat unraised spirits that hath dared on this unworthy scaffold to bring forth so great an object: can this cockpit hold the vasty fields of France? or may we cram within this wooden O [gesturing around at the stage] the very casques that did affright the air at Agincourt? On your imaginary forces work: Suppose within the girdle of these walls are now confined two mighty monarchies, whose high upreared and abutting fronts the perilous narrow ocean parts asunder: Piece out our imperfections with your thoughts: Think when we talk of horses that you see them printing their proud hoofs in the receiving earth; for 'tis your thoughts that now must deck our kings, carry them here and there, jumping o'er times, turning the accomplishment of many years into an hour-glass: for the which supply, admit me Chorus to this history; who, prologue-like, your humble patience pray gently to hear, kindly to judge, our play.
Prince Albert: If an Englishman grows sentiments, he goes out into the garden and shoots himself.
The Archbishop of Canterbury is the senior bishop and principal leader of the Church of England, the symbolic head of the worldwide Anglican Communion, and the diocesan bishop of the Diocese of Canterbury. In his role as head of the Anglican Communion, the archbishop leads the third largest group of Christians in the world[citation needed].
The current archbishop is the Most Reverend Rowan Williams. He is the 104th in a line which goes back more than 1400 years to St Augustine of Canterbury, the "Apostle to the English", in the year 597. From the time of St Augustine until the 16th century, the Archbishops of Canterbury were in full communion with the See of Rome and thus received the pallium. During the English Reformation the Church of England broke away from the authority of the Pope and the Roman Catholic Church, at first temporarily under Henry VIII and Edward VI and later permanently during the reign of Elizabeth I.
In the Middle Ages there was considerable variation in the methods of nomination of the Archbishop of Canterbury and other bishops. At various times the choice was made by the canons of Canterbury Cathedral, the King of England, or the Pope. Since the English Reformation, the Church of England has been more explicitly a state church and the choice is legally that of the British crown; today it is made in the name of the Sovereign by the Prime Minister, from a shortlist of two selected by an ad hoc committee called the Crown Nominations Commission.
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Canterbury (i/ˈkæntərbᵊri/ or /ˈkæntərbɛri/) is a historic English cathedral city, which lies at the heart of the City of Canterbury, a district of Kent in South East England. It lies on the River Stour.
Originally a Brythonic settlement, it was renamed Durovernum Cantiacorum by the Roman conquerors in the 1st century AD. After it became the chief Jutish settlement, it gained its English name Canterbury, itself derived from the Old English Cantwareburh ("Kent people's stronghold"). After the Kingdom of Kent's conversion to Christianity in 597, St Augustine founded an episcopal see in the city and became the first Archbishop of Canterbury, a position that now heads the Church of England and the worldwide Anglican Communion (though the modern-day Province of Canterbury covers the entire south of England). Thomas Becket's murder at Canterbury Cathedral in 1170 led to the cathedral becoming a place of pilgrimage for Christians worldwide. This pilgrimage provided the theme for Geoffrey Chaucer's 14th-century literary classic The Canterbury Tales. The literary heritage continued with the birth of the playwright Christopher Marlowe in the city in the 16th century.
Clinton Richard Dawkins, FRS, FRSL (born 26 March 1941), known as Richard Dawkins, is a British ethologist, evolutionary biologist and author. He is an emeritus fellow of New College, Oxford, and was the University of Oxford's Professor for Public Understanding of Science from 1995 until 2008.
Dawkins came to prominence with his 1976 book The Selfish Gene, which popularised the gene-centered view of evolution and introduced the term meme. In 1982 he introduced an influential concept into evolutionary biology, presented in his book The Extended Phenotype, that the phenotypic effects of a gene are not necessarily limited to an organism's body, but can stretch far into the environment, including the bodies of other organisms.
Dawkins is an atheist, a vice president of the British Humanist Association, and a supporter of the Brights movement. He is well known for his criticism of creationism and intelligent design. In his 1986 book The Blind Watchmaker, he argued against the watchmaker analogy, an argument for the existence of a supernatural creator based upon the complexity of living organisms. Instead, he described evolutionary processes as analogous to a blind watchmaker. He has since written several popular science books, and makes regular television and radio appearances, predominantly discussing these topics. In his 2006 book The God Delusion, Dawkins contends that a supernatural creator almost certainly does not exist and that religious faith is a delusion—"a fixed false belief." As of January 2010 the English-language version has sold more than two million copies and had been translated into 31 languages.
Rowan Douglas Williams FBA, FRSL, FLSW (born 14 June 1950) is an Anglican bishop, poet and theologian. He is the 104th and current Archbishop of Canterbury, Metropolitan of the Province of Canterbury and Primate of All England, offices he has held since early 2003.
Williams was previously Bishop of Monmouth and Archbishop of Wales (making him the first Archbishop of Canterbury in modern times not to be appointed from within the Church of England) and had spent much of his earlier career as an academic at the Universities of Cambridge and Oxford successively. His primacy has been marked by much speculation that the Anglican Communion (in which the Archbishop of Canterbury is the leading figure) is on the verge of fragmentation and by Williams's attempts to keep all sides talking to one another. On 16 March 2012, it was announced that he has accepted the position of Master of Magdalene College at Cambridge University, beginning in January 2013. He is expected to stand down as Archbishop of Canterbury in December 2012.
Justin Portal Welby (born 6 January 1956) became the Bishop of Durham and the fourth most senior cleric in the Church of England on 29 September 2011. He was previously the Dean of Liverpool Cathedral.
Welby was born to Gavin Bernard Welby and his wife, Jane Gillian (née Portal). His mother remarried, becoming Lady Williams of Elvel, years after his father's death in 1975. He is also related to former Conservative Deputy Prime Minister Rab Butler, later Baron Butler of Saffron Walden. His great-grandfather, Sir Montagu Butler, was Lord Butler of Saffron Walden's father and also the father of Welby's grandmother, Iris Butler.
Welby was educated at Eton College before going up to Trinity College, Cambridge to read History and Law. Following graduation he spent 11 years in the oil industry, eventually becoming Group Treasurer of Enterprise Oil PLC.
From 1989 to 1992, Welby studied Theology and trained for the priesthood at Cranmer Hall and St John's College Durham before becoming a Curate at Chilvers Coton with Astley (Nuneaton) from 1992 to 1995. He then became Rector at St James' Church, Southam and Vicar of Ufton from 1995 until 2002.