Marie wants to escape from her job and also from her lover, Paul, an unemployed drunk. She dreams of going off with Jean, a dockworker. The two men quarrel and fight over Marie on two ... . You can read more in Google, Youtube, Wiki
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Mathew D (fr) wrote: This is a brilliant movie, gives an incredible insight to S.A.S selection. Thoroughly enjoyed it, never a boring moment.
Andrew B (gb) wrote: Jessie Eisenberg has better pecs than me. That alone should be reason enough to kill myself, but yet here I am. I tend to live vicariously though movies, but with this movie I have no reason to. The thought that anyone cares is so far from my mind that I imagine it as a pipe dream. I appreciate the people who think they do care all the same.
Hannah K (gb) wrote: I sooooo could have played her!!!
Lori W (gb) wrote: Antonio is as sexy as ever!
Nick H (us) wrote: This movie will RUIN all other WW2 movies for you. The story is great & the acting was better. A fair warning: This movie is very graphic and even more realistic but in my opinion, Speilburg's best work which is saying a lot since that guy produces nothing but blockbusters & future icons. . Definitely one of the greatest films of ALL time.
Vincent C (ru) wrote: The best of the Dirty Harry sequels, Eastwood - in the director's chair - skillfully blends action, dark subject matter, irony, and nuanced character traits in exciting fashion.
Cameron J (fr) wrote: Some might question how Mick Travis got to be successful enough to be a reporter, what with his questionable competence, but weird, news-worthy stuff seems to be following him everywhere, so he may as well make a career out of it, kind of like how Malcolm McDowell made a career out of playing Mick Travis. Seriously though, folks, the luck man is back, for the final time, and it only took him nearly ten years since "O Lucky Man!" to get to this point. Well, it does take just about ten years to watching, and films like "A Clockwork Orange", "Caligula" and most everything else that Malcolm McDowell was in during the '70s were more-or-less continuations of the "Mick Travis" saga, but Lindsay Anderson still took his time to wrap things up. Maybe he wanted to just leave it with "O Lucky Man", not really wanting to make the spin-off about the mad scientist in "O Lucky Man!", and Alan Price just had Anderson make another movie for him to score once he realized that leaving The Animals probably wasn't the most financially wise thing he could have done. No, Price had a respectable solo run (He isn't dead yet, just his career), but the most memorable thing he had going for him around the time he worked on this film was yet another cover of "The House of the Rising Sun", so it's not like he had much better to do. Yeah, maybe this wasn't the financially wise project for Price, because the funny thing about a slow black comedy that makes fun of society and agencies to support health is that they're not exactly marketable. That's a shame, because this film has some worthy things to say... or at least I think it does, because as decent as this film is, I can't tell what exactly is going on, partly because the film doesn't say much about who is involved. Never even coming out to tell us whether this Mick Travis role who stands at the focus of all of this absurdity is a consistent character or simply a stock everyman who changes to fit the distinct aim of each installment in Lindsay Anderson's "Mick Travis Trilogy", this film saga of black satire has never really been characterization, so, although they're not among the biggest issues of the final product, developmental shortcomings distance you from the characters and their stories almost as much as the weirdness which no amount of flesh-out in the context of this narrative can completely compensate for. I don't suppose this film is quite as bizarre as the shamelessly bonkers "O Lucky Man!", but, make no bones about it, this film is maybe a little too weird at times, with many set pieces that are simply effectively satirical in their surrealism, and at least just as many set pieces that are way too over the top to even be embraced as thematic. It doesn't exactly help that the themes are convoluted, being worthy and adequately palpable about as often as not, but overwrought and excessive, to the point of convolution that is made all the worse by an excessive plot structure. Ever so shockingly, there's not really a whole lot of Mick Travis here, and that's because he's fighting with everyone else for the attention of the storytelling, whose focus is so uneven that it's unreal, spending way too much time with each story in this ensemble pieces, until a sense of overall progression in this layered narrative is more-or-less lost. Excess is ultimately the key problem here, because even though this is far from as overblown as, say, the three-hour-long "O Lucky Man!", there's simply too much going on, and to make a sense of aimlessness all the worse, pacing is slow, or at least feels like it, when backed by a trademark British dryness. Lindsay Anderson has come a fair distance since the perhaps artistically subdued "if...", to where, to one extent or another, this film is plenty of fun, but its cold spells, combined with a startlingly excessive narrative, ultimately prove to be exhausting more often than it probably should. The film is a bit of a challenge, but if you're able to embrace it for what it is, there is honestly plenty of entertainment value to take in, even within Anderson's both dry and colorful storytelling. Perhaps the toning down of a rather dull, almost abstractionist form of dryness to Lindsay Anderson's direction derives from Anderson's toning down on style altogether, which makes it harder to get past the simple British dryness that is still a little bland, but when Anderson does, in fact, pick up some momentum with moderate stylistic flare and a tight orchestration of colorfully written set pieces, entertainment value sparks. Like I said, once you get used to the film, more often than not, it's not simply entertaining, but a lot of fun, and for that, credit is due to Anderson, or at least Anderson's solid work with such colorful aspects as, say, the performances. Anderson and writer David Sherwin may have never been that good at fleshing out colorful characters as much more than supplements to surrealist thematic value, yet Anderson has always been good at getting lively performances out of people, and sure enough, from the underused Malcolm McDowell as one of everyone's favorite British everymen, to Leonard Rossiter, Graham Crowden, and most all other members of this immense cast, there is an electric amount of charm. If nothing else drives this film throughout its course, it's a solid cast full of charisma, but that's not the only thing which endears you to a story that, to be fair, was always going to do a decent job of holding your attention. The actual dramatic substance of this comedy is certainly thin, and if there is meat on the bones of this story concept, then it is typically convoluted excess that the film can hardly keep a coherent grip on, and yet, with plenty of lively layers, and such intriguing themes as the flaws of contemporary British medicine and society, and the dangers within trying to make a change, this story concept holds plenty of potential for color that is done a degree of justice by Anderson's direction, and a considerable deal of justice by the performances and, to a less consistent extent, the writing. David Sherwin's writing is a mess of convoluted focus and themes, all backed by a rather subdued pace, yet it does still carry plenty of color here, with interesting, if thin characters and set pieces, as well as many, many aspects of black humor whose occasionally disturbing audacity, wit and fluff range from pretty amusing to all-out hysterical. The film is a riot at times, and when it's not, it's adequately entertaining, and although that doesn't get this messy film too far, it does get you by, if you can go with this crazy affair, that is. When it's time to check out, there's not much exposition to endear you to overly weird character in overly weird scenarios whose thematic value is about as convoluted as the focally uneven, overlong and occasionally dry directed narrative itself, thus, the final product falls as underwhelming, despite the lively highlights in colorful direction, charming acting, and often hilarious writing - all backed by an interesting, if overwrought story - that secure "Britannia Hospital" as a fairly entertaining, if challenging conclusion to Lindsay Anderson's classic black comedy trilogy. 2.5/5 - Fair
David L (nl) wrote: Without having seen the original, I plunged straight into viewing this one knowing full well it wouldn't make the slightest bit of difference that I hadn't seen the first instalment. It's just a family fun cheap, but not too nasty comedy based upon Rowan Atkinson's typically slapstick and bumbling approach. It's not as silent or as rib ticklingly deadly as Mr Bean, nor is it as dry or as adult themed as Edmund Blackadder. It's almost that middle ground that at over 90 minutes long is too long to sustain a humorous storyline throughout. Instead we have a child's James Bond attempt, whereby our lead fool has to infiltrate the mole within the agency that is plotting to assassinate the Chinese Leader. Packed with several of the characters based on the 007 series, but with little or no impact upon creating anything as credible, it all feels a little non-senseless. I'm a big fan of Mr Atkinson's work so think the expectation of this being poor is part of the reason I hadn't made a desperate attempt to witness this before, but I will try not to let it dampen the high regard I hold him in. There's very little to smile about here as the jokes revolve around kicking enemies in the testicles, getting the apparent Queen in a headlock, and hurdling over fences that can be passed through via a door. It's not exactly spurred me on to watch Johnny English number one, but you just never know, if there's a snowy day and I've nothing better to do, then maybe I'll lower my standards once again.
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