A knight is a person granted an honorary title of knighthood by a monarch or other political leader for service to the monarch or country, especially in a military capacity. Historically, in Europe, knighthood has been conferred upon mounted warriors. During the High Middle Ages, knighthood was considered a class of lower nobility. By the Late Middle Ages, the rank had become associated with the ideals of chivalry, a code of conduct for the perfect courtly Christian warrior. Since the Early Modern period, the title of knight is purely honorific, usually bestowed by a monarch, as in the British honours system, often for non-military service to the country.
Historically, the ideals of chivalry were popularized in medieval literature, especially the Matter of Britain and Matter of France, the former based on Geoffrey of Monmouth's Historia Regum Britanniae ("History of the Kings of Britain"), written in the 1130s. Sir Thomas Malory's Le Morte d'Arthur ("The Death of Arthur"), written in 1485, was important in defining the ideal of chivalry which is essential to the modern concept of the knight as an elite warrior sworn to uphold the values of faith, loyalty, courage, and honour. During the Renaissance, the genre of chivalric romance became popular in literature, growing ever more idealistic and eventually giving rise to a new form of realism in literature popularised by Miguel de Cervantes' Don Quixote. This novel explored the ideals of knighthood and their incongruity with the reality of Cervantes' world. In the late medieval period, new methods of warfare began to render classical knights in armour obsolete, but the titles remained in many nations.
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Keith Miller (Chris Corulla, Jr.) used to be the best in his job as an undercover DEA agent. Now he's a distraught man who prefers to live a lonely existence following the brutal murder of his wife. His personal leave is cut short, however, when the Bolivian drug lord he was investigating along with his family get killed in their home. Miller gets reassigned to his more cautious but skillful partner, Jason Stokes (Andre Joseph). The two agents learn of a massive stash of cocaine that was taken from the drug lord's house and manage to link the murder to a vicious, competitive Russian drug lord named Vlad Rodchenko (Frank Sellers). The DEA works in co-junction with the FBI to form an operation where Miller and Stokes go undercover to infiltrate Rodchenko's empire and bring him down from the inside. But the operation is put into jeopardy in various ways including Miller's instability, his strained relationship with fellow agent and former lover Samantha Torres (Lisa Marie-Weldon), and the presence of a mysterious leak in the DEA who works closely with Rodchenko. What follows from there is an unraveling mystery full of bizarre twists, turns, and betrayals that lead towards a dangerous and bloody climax.
Keywords: action-noir, betrayal-of-trust, cocaine-use, drugs, fbi, infidelity, lust, police, police-corruption, torture
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A Medieval Knight resurrects to fulfill his vow and bestow a blood-thirst vengeance upon the kindred spirits of those who betrayed him long ago. In the course of one night, identities will be revealed, destinies met, and a poetic justice of the macabre maniacally served.
"Here tells a tale of Passion, Loyalty, Deceit, Betrayel ... and Revenge!"
"Hell is Eternal as is the Wrath of Vengeance!"
The Eternal Wrath of Vengeance!
Lord Gregoire: I'd rather be eaten by a pack of wolves, then allow your evil venom to course through my veins.
Ashley: Sounds like something an unemployed game show host would do. Yeah, kind of like an actor doing dinner theater in Schenectady.
Jake McCallister: Prostitution may be one of the oldest professions, Celine, but that doesn't make it proper in my eyes. But that's not it, what I despise most about you, Celine, isn't what you do, but who you are... deep down inside. And that over time, you've done absolutely nothing to correct it.
Henry Flesh: I say just go for the ten lifetimes of excess... I mean what the f**k, right?
Father Paul: I've killed those two over and over and over... and each time has been more enjoyable than the last.
Japoniko: As you took your dying breath, I did not regret your death, my brother, but only the fashion in which it occurred.
Henry Flesh: [points to Amy] . This one right here, I'm gonna do dirty shit to that one.
Lord Renault: I no longer care for the welfare of the poor and the weak, let their fate be in the hands of God.
Jake McCallister: I've waited Seven Hundred Years for this moment. I want to kill him with my sword, not yours!::Shopkeeper: Point taken... but why do you have to be so mean about it?
Hot Girl: [flirtatiously] Enjoy your stay, Jake.::Jake McCallister: What's your name again?
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A brutal killing drags an ordinary woman into a madman's delusional world. Cancer researcher Rebecca Wells finds herself captive of a homeless sociopath demanding her complicity in destroying the objects of his conspiracy paranoia. Dragged on a terrifying race through the city's gritty alleys and condemned districts, she must gain his trust to escape and survive. But what she discovers along the way may change how she sees the world forever... and put her in even greater danger! What does the fall of the Soviet Union have to do with the space program? Who does GPS really help? What are those shadows we sometimes see at the edges of our vision? Who really controls what we believe and know about the world?
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A brutal killing drags an ordinary woman into a madman's delusional world. Cancer researcher Rebecca Wells finds herself captive of a homeless sociopath demanding her complicity in destroying the objects of his conspiracy paranoia. Dragged on a pell-mell race through the city's gritty alleys and condemned districts, she must gain his trust to escape and survive. But what she discovers along the way may change how she sees the world forever... and put her in even greater danger! What does the fall of the Soviet Union have to do with the space program? Who does GPS really help? What are those shadows we sometimes see at the edges of our vision? Who controls what we believe and know about the world?
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9 knights return from the crusades in the year 1396. They have lost the holy land and the war weighs heavily on them - but as they near their frozen and snowy homes, they discover that the war is yet not over for their part, and that death is travelling with them in a most surprising way...
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Set four years after the Portuguese revolution and the simultaneous loss of the Portuguese empire in Africa, the story concerns a director who sells guns to finance his play.
Keywords: based-on-novel
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A Knight and his squire are home from the crusades. Black Death is sweeping their country. As they approach home, Death appears to the knight and tells him it is his time. The knight challenges Death to a chess game for his life. The Knight and Death play as the cultural turmoil envelopes the people around them as they try, in different ways, to deal with the upheaval the plague has caused.
Keywords: 1300s, actor, adultery, allegory, apocalypse, based-on-play, beach, belief, black-comedy, black-death
Antonius Block: I shall remember this moment: the silence, the twilight, the bowl of strawberries, the bowl of milk. Your faces in the evening light. Mikael asleep, Jof with his lyre. I shall try to remember our talk. I shall carry this memory carefully in my hands as if it were a bowl brimful of fresh milk. It will be a sign to me, and a great sufficiency.
Antonius Block: Nothing escapes you!::Death: Nothing escapes me. No one escapes me.
[In response to Death coming for him]::Jonas Skat: Is there no exemption for actors?
Antonius Block: I met Death today. We are playing chess.
Jöns: Love is the blackest of all plagues... if one could die of it, there would be some pleasure in love, but you don't die of it.
Antonius Block: I want to confess as best I can, but my heart is void. The void is a mirror. I see my face and feel loathing and horror. My indifference to men has shut me out. I live now in a world of ghosts, a prisoner in my dreams.
Antonius Block: Who are you?::Death: I am Death.::Antonius Block: Have you come for me?::Death: I have long walked by your side.::Antonius Block: So I have noticed.::Death: Are you ready?::Antonius Block: My body is ready, but I am not.
Antonius Block: Have you met the devil? I want to meet him too.::Witch: Why do you want to do that?::Antonius Block: I want to ask him about God. He must know. He, if anyone.
Jöns: Who will take care of that child. God, the devil, the nothingness? The nothingness, perhaps?::Antonius Block: It can't be so!
Death: Don't you ever stop asking?::Antonius Block: No. I never stop.::Death: But you're not getting an answer.
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Young Prince Valiant, son of the exiled King of Scandia, journeys to Camelot to become a knight at King Arthur's Round Table. He hopes to help his father reclaim his throne from the pagan usurper Sligon and restore the Christian faith to their homeland. On his journey he stumbles on the mysterious Black Knight plotting with the Viking pretender to overthrow Arthur. Barely escaping with his life, Valiant encounters Sir Gawaine, a friend of his father's who tutors the young Viking in the skills needed to be a knight. Valiant and Gawaine's pupil/mentor relationship is complicated by their romantic involvement with Princess Aleta and her sister Ilene, daughters of a British nobleman. If Valiant is to restore his father's throne and prevent the coup d'etat against Arthur, he must uncover the true identity of the Black Knight.
Keywords: ambush, armor, arthurian-legend, axe-fight, based-on-comic, based-on-comic-book, based-on-comic-strip, bastard-son, battering-ram, battle
Sir Gawain: You were a young fool. But I was an old fool, which is worse.
Prince Valiant: I called you a traitor when you delivered me into Sligon's hands and now I say it again - traitor!
Sir Gawain: Stop interrupting and I'll tell you what happened. After you left I went out after you. That's when I came upon the Black Knight.::Prince Valiant: You found him?::Sir Gawain: Aye. He was searchin' the wood when I challenged him. We fought and he was good. His lance broke and I outhorsed him. I came in to finish him, when a dozen armed men came charging out at me.::Prince Valiant: They were on foot? Armed with bows?::Sir Gawain: Aye. It was only with luck I escaped through a hail of arrows.::Prince Valiant: So did I!::Sir Gawain: You what?::Prince Valiant: I was set upon by a band of archers, escaped with an arrow in my back.::Sir Gawain: Where was Sir Brack?::Prince Valiant: I don't know. I was nearly captured where he told me to wait for him. Now he says he went back to find me and found no one. Isn't that strange sir?::Sir Gawain: What do you imply?::Prince Valiant: It's hard to put into words, sir, but could it be that he covets King Arthur's throne more than anyone knows?::Sir Gawain: Sir Brack. A foul suspicion, Val. Unworthy of you.::Prince Valiant: Yes, I suppose it is unworthy.::Sir Gawain: Sir Brack may have been born on the wrong side of the blanket, but he's a Knight of the Round Table, sworn to pledge allegiance to our King, and to defend justice, the weak and the helpless.::Prince Valiant: I'm sorry, sir.
Sir Gawain: You turned out to be flinging rocks like any lowborn ruffian. Why I've never been unhorsed by such a scurvy trick!
Sir Gawain: A man does not risk banishment or death in borrowed armor unless the stakes are high.
Princess Aleta: [to Valiant] I hate you! I love you! I'll never marry anyone else!
King Luke: What's wrong with Sir Brack? His blood is as good as Arthur's!::Princess Aleta: And he never lets us forget it as his own father apparently did.
Sir Brack: Traitor is a word that winners give to losers, and you've lost.
Sir Gawain: The truth hurts sometimes, but it's the only thing to build happiness on.
Sir Gawain: If you're King Aguar's son, why did you fling that rock?::Prince Valiant: I thought you were the knight that was after me.::Sir Gawain: What knight?::Prince Valiant: All I saw was his black armor.::Sir Gawain: The Black Knight? You saw him?::Prince Valiant: I near had his lance in my back. Who is he?::Sir Gawain: A ghost.::Prince Valiant: Oh, ghosts don't chase a man in daylight.::Sir Gawain: Right.
Night comes down just like a giant umbrella
Slows me down, got to get it together
Saxophone sage plays upon her doorstep
Evening's lies are dying all around him
Head of plumes and crimson ostrich feathers
8th Hussars' manners gush out of my bloodstream, my queen
Clad in drag of oriental beggar
Ju-ju beads holding me all together
Night comes down just like a giant umbrella
Slows me down, got to get it together
Saxophone sage plays upon her doorstep
Evening's lies are dying all around him
Head of plumes and crimson ostrich feathers
8th Hussars' manners gush out of my bloodstream, my queen
Clad in drag of oriental beggar
Ju-ju beads holding me all together