The last time Britain was a major force in world cinema was in the 1960s; a documentary of a few years back on the subject was entitled 'Hollywood UK'. This was the era of the Kitchen Sink, social realism, angry young men; above all, the theatrical. And yet, ironically, the best British films of the decade were made by two Americans, Richard Lester and Joseph Losey, who largely stayed clear of the period's more typical subject matter, which, like all attempts at greater realism, now seems curiously archaic. 　　'King and Country', though, seems to be the Losey film that tries to belong to its era. Like 'Look Back in Anger' and 'A Taste of Honey', it is based on a play, and often seems cumbersomely theatrical. Like 'Loneliness of the long distance runner', its hero is an exploited, reluctantly transgressive working class lad played by Tom Courtenay. Like (the admittedly brilliant) 'Charge of the Light Brigade', it is a horrified, near-farcical (though humourless) look at the horrors of war, most particularly its gaping class injustices. 　　Private Hamp is a young volunteer soldier at Pachendaele, having served three years at the front, who is court-martialled for desertion. Increasingly terrorised by the inhuman pointlessness of trench warfare, the speedy, grisly, violent deaths of his comrades and the medieval, rat-infested conditions of his trench, he claims to have emerged dazed from one gruesome attack and decided to walk home, to England. He is defended by the archetypal British officer, Captain Hargreaves, who professes disdain for the man's cowardice, but must do his duty. He attempts to spin a defence on the grounds of madness, but the upper-crust officers have heard it all before. 　　This is a very nice, duly horrifying, liberal-handwringing, middle-class play. It panders to all the cliches of the Great War - the disgraceful working-class massacre, while the officers sup whiskey (Haig!) - figured in some charmingly obvious symbolism: Hargreaves throwing a dying cigarette in the mud; Hamp hysterically playing blind man's buff. 　　The sets are picturesquely grim, medieval, a modern inferno, as these men lie trapped in a never-ending, subterranean labyrinth, lit by hellish fires, with rats for company and the constant sound of shells and gunfire reminding them of the outside world. 　　The play, in a very middle-class way, is not really about the working class at all - Hamp is more of a symbol, an essence, lying in the dark, desolately playing his harmonica, a note of humanity in a score of inhumanity. He doesn't develop as a character. The play is really about Hargreaves, his realisation of the shabby inadequacy of notions like duty. He develops. This realisation sends him to drink (tastier than dying!). Like his prole subordinates, he falls in the mud, just as Hamp is said to have done; he even says to his superior 'We are all murderers'. 　　This is all very effective, if not much of a development of RC Sherriff's creaky 'Journey's End', filmed by James Whale in 1930. Its earnestness and verbosity may seem a little stilted in the age of 'Paths of Glory' and 'Dr. Strangelove'; we may feel that 'Blackadder goes forth' is a truer representation of the Great War. But what I have described is not the film Losey has made. He is too sophisticated and canny an intellectual for that. 　　The film opens with a lingering pan over one of those monumental War memorials you see all over Britain (and presumably Europe), as if to say Losey is going to question the received ideas of this statue, the human cost. But what he's really questioning is this play, and its woeful inadequacy to represent the manifold complexities of the War. 　　This is Brechtian filmmaking at its most subtle. We are constantly made aware of the artifice of the film, the theatrical - the stilted dialogue is spoken with deliberate stiffness; theatrical rituals are emphasised (the initial interrogation; the court scene, where actors literally tread the boards, enunciating the predictable speeches; the mirror-play put on by the hysterical soldiers and the rats; the religious ceremony; the horrible farce of the execution). Proscenium arches are made prominent, audiences observe events. 　　This is a play that would seek to contain, humanise, explain the Great War. This is a hopeless task, as Losey's provisional apparatus explains, 'real' photographs of harrowing detritus fading from the screen as if even these are not enough to convey the War, never mind a well-made, bourgeois play. Losey's vision may be apocalyptic - it questions the possibility of representation at all - the various tags of poetry quoted make no impact on hard men men who rattled them off when young; the Shakespearean duality of 'noble' drama commented on by 'low' comedy, effects no transcendence, no greater insight. 　　Losey's camerawork and composition repeatedly breaks our involvement with the drama, any wish we might have for manly sentimentality; in one remarkable scene an officer takes an Aubrey Beardsley book from the cameraman! This idea of the theatrical evidently mirrors the rigid class 'roles' played by the main characters (Hamp's father and grandfather were cobblers too; presumably Hargreaves' were always Sandhurst cadets). Losey also takes a sideswipe at the kitchen sink project, by using its tools - history has borne him out.

The last time Britain was a major force in world cinema was in the 1960s; a documentary of a few years back on the subject was entitled 'Hollywood UK'. This was the era of the Kitchen Sink, social realism, angry young men; above all, the theatrical. And yet, ironically, the best British films of the decade were made by two Americans, Richard Lester and Joseph Losey, who largely stayed clear of the period's more typical subject matter, which, like all attempts at greater realism, now seems curiously archaic. 　　'King and Country', though, seems to be the Losey film that tries to belong to its era. Like 'Look Back in Anger' and 'A Taste of Honey', it is based on a play, and often seems cumbersomely theatrical. Like 'Loneliness of the long distance runner', its hero is an exploited, reluctantly transgressive working class lad played by Tom Courtenay. Like (the admittedly brilliant) 'Charge of the Light Brigade', it is a horrified, near-farcical (though humourless) look at the horrors of war, most particularly its gaping class injustices. 　　Private Hamp is a young volunteer soldier at Pachendaele, having served three years at the front, who is court-martialled for desertion. Increasingly terrorised by the inhuman pointlessness of trench warfare, the speedy, grisly, violent deaths of his comrades and the medieval, rat-infested conditions of his trench, he claims to have emerged dazed from one gruesome attack and decided to walk home, to England. He is defended by the archetypal British officer, Captain Hargreaves, who professes disdain for the man's cowardice, but must do his duty. He attempts to spin a defence on the grounds of madness, but the upper-crust officers have heard it all before. 　　This is a very nice, duly horrifying, liberal-handwringing, middle-class play. It panders to all the cliches of the Great War - the disgraceful working-class massacre, while the officers sup whiskey (Haig!) - figured in some charmingly obvious symbolism: Hargreaves throwing a dying cigarette in the mud; Hamp hysterically playing blind man's buff. 　　The sets are picturesquely grim, medieval, a modern inferno, as these men lie trapped in a never-ending, subterranean labyrinth, lit by hellish fires, with rats for company and the constant sound of shells and gunfire reminding them of the outside world. 　　The play, in a very middle-class way, is not really about the working class at all - Hamp is more of a symbol, an essence, lying in the dark, desolately playing his harmonica, a note of humanity in a score of inhumanity. He doesn't develop as a character. The play is really about Hargreaves, his realisation of the shabby inadequacy of notions like duty. He develops. This realisation sends him to drink (tastier than dying!). Like his prole subordinates, he falls in the mud, just as Hamp is said to have done; he even says to his superior 'We are all murderers'. 　　This is all very effective, if not much of a development of RC Sherriff's creaky 'Journey's End', filmed by James Whale in 1930. Its earnestness and verbosity may seem a little stilted in the age of 'Paths of Glory' and 'Dr. Strangelove'; we may feel that 'Blackadder goes forth' is a truer representation of the Great War. But what I have described is not the film Losey has made. He is too sophisticated and canny an intellectual for that. 　　The film opens with a lingering pan over one of those monumental War memorials you see all over Britain (and presumably Europe), as if to say Losey is going to question the received ideas of this statue, the human cost. But what he's really questioning is this play, and its woeful inadequacy to represent the manifold complexities of the War. 　　This is Brechtian filmmaking at its most subtle. We are constantly made aware of the artifice of the film, the theatrical - the stilted dialogue is spoken with deliberate stiffness; theatrical rituals are emphasised (the initial interrogation; the court scene, where actors literally tread the boards, enunciating the predictable speeches; the mirror-play put on by the hysterical soldiers and the rats; the religious ceremony; the horrible farce of the execution). Proscenium arches are made prominent, audiences observe events. 　　This is a play that would seek to contain, humanise, explain the Great War. This is a hopeless task, as Losey's provisional apparatus explains, 'real' photographs of harrowing detritus fading from the screen as if even these are not enough to convey the War, never mind a well-made, bourgeois play. Losey's vision may be apocalyptic - it questions the possibility of representation at all - the various tags of poetry quoted make no impact on hard men men who rattled them off when young; the Shakespearean duality of 'noble' drama commented on by 'low' comedy, effects no transcendence, no greater insight. 　　Losey's camerawork and composition repeatedly breaks our involvement with the drama, any wish we might have for manly sentimentality; in one remarkable scene an officer takes an Aubrey Beardsley book from the cameraman! This idea of the theatrical evidently mirrors the rigid class 'roles' played by the main characters (Hamp's father and grandfather were cobblers too; presumably Hargreaves' were always Sandhurst cadets). Losey also takes a sideswipe at the kitchen sink project, by using its tools - history has borne him out.

一个英国人，在伦敦长大，二战期间加入军队在朝鲜战争中的战斗。

克雷格·比贝洛斯将导演根据Greg Rucka同名漫画改编的《女王与祖国》（Queen & Country）。艾伦·佩吉将饰演女主角Tara Chace，一名英国军情六处的女间谍。

雷德利·斯科特商谈执导福斯新片《女王与国家》(Queen & Country)，若谈好了他也将同Chernin Entertainment共同制片。基于Greg Rucka所著同名漫画，聚焦英国秘密情报局特工Tara Chace，她是三个致力于保护英国情报机构的特工组织中的其中一员，在一次暗杀任务重身份被暴露。 参与插画创作的包括Chris Samnee、Carla Speed McNei、Bryan Lee O'Malley，该系列漫画从2001年至2007年共出版了32本，于2002年获得埃斯纳最佳新系列漫画奖。 艾伦·佩吉曾在2013年时商谈出演，当时操刀剧本的是莱恩·康道尔(《殖民地》《宙斯之子：赫拉克勒斯》)，John Rogers(《终极玩家》《猫女》)和Rucka此前也进行过创作，目前剧本的状态不明。

“尔雅”是中国第一部词典的名字，它是词解，亦是知识的阐释与入门。借用源自公元前三世纪的“尔雅”一名，梁文道携看理想，计划将软性文化生活与硬性知识相结合，打造一档适于现代人，启发生活美学，并培养文化素养的短视频节目——《尔雅》。恰如“尔雅”，这档节目不仅提供符号化的品质生活名词，更将具体呈现其美与艺术的完整语境。 　　《学懂绅装的语言》是《尔雅》第一季节目之一，由“最懂绅装的男人”Alan See主讲。

明朝，家境贫寒的解大绅自幼聪慧好学，能诗善对。无论是河滩上与胖和尚和老羊倌的嬉戏逗乐，还是有感而发的一字联,亦或是威震全街的开业对,都显示出小小文曲星的机灵可爱。大绅替生病的父亲分忧，挑担去卖豆腐，却因在县衙后门前叫卖而被抓到县衙受审。心胸狭窄的曹乡绅摆下对联擂台要打掉解大绅的威风，名流雅士们轮番上阵，志在必得。对联擂台，谁是赢家？

明朝，家境贫寒的解大绅自幼聪慧好学，能诗善对。无论是河滩上与胖和尚和老羊倌的嬉戏逗乐，还是有感而发的一字联,亦或是威震全街的开业对,都显示出小小文曲星的机灵可爱。大绅替生病的父亲分忧，挑担去卖豆腐，却因在县衙后门前叫卖而被抓到县衙受审。心胸狭窄的曹乡绅摆下对联擂台要打掉解大绅的威风，名流雅士们轮番上阵，志在必得。对联擂台，谁是赢家？

“尔雅”是中国第一部词典的名字，它是词解，亦是知识的阐释与入门。借用源自公元前三世纪的“尔雅”一名，梁文道携看理想，计划将软性文化生活与硬性知识相结合，打造一档适于现代人，启发生活美学，并培养文化素养的短视频节目——《尔雅》。恰如“尔雅”，这档节目不仅提供符号化的品质生活名词，更将具体呈现其美与艺术的完整语境。 《学懂绅装的语言》是《尔雅》第一季节目之一，由“最懂绅装的男人”Alan See主讲。

在日本留学回来的华民初，坐上了前往北京的火车。疲于长途奔波的他，一心只想回到北京，见到自己的亲人。然而在火车上，他却遇见了一些奇怪的人，这些人称自己为八行中人，正在寻求合适妥善的方式解散八行。其中有古灵精怪的花谷，还有身手高超的一方，以及气质超凡脱俗的金绣娘。原来是外八行的人收到消息，据说十行者绘卷就藏在乘坐这趟火车的南方和谈使节身上，而十行者绘卷是八行传承宝物，对于解散之事非常关键，因此他们必须得到绘卷。此时突然出现的炸弹制造了混乱，危急时刻，携带炸弹的人突然被杀，华民初的学弟柯书在紧要关头出手拆除了炸弹，得救的众人欢呼，华民初却觉得事情并没有这么简单。果不其然，一阵黑暗之后，南方和谈使节不知道被谁所暗杀，并且杀害南方和谈使节的凶器，是华民初随身携带的一把短刀。一波惊心动魄的危机暂时解除，列车安全到站。原来火车上的一切是京畿卫戍司令方远极和八行中的章三爷精心设计下来的圈套，目的就是为了引出外八行，将刺杀使者之事嫁祸八行。