一次意外中，艾米丽（波姬·小丝 Brooke Shields 饰）和理查德（克里斯托弗斯·阿特金斯 Christopher Atkins 饰）流落到了一座孤岛上，面对凶险的大自然，他们必须为自己开拓一片赖以生存的环境。好在岛上的物资十分的丰饶，两人的生活上不成问题，只是在偌大的天地间，茕茕独立的孤独只有两人自己清楚。 　　获救之日遥遥无期，艾米丽和理查德却早已习惯了岛上闲散安逸的生活。孤男寡女，奇妙的感情慢慢的拉近了两人的距离，不久之后，艾米丽生下了一名男婴，为两人的生活又增加了一份快乐。救援队的不期而至打破了这世外桃源般的生活，在和救援人员进行了交流后，两人发现，他们早已不适合再生活在文明社会之中，两人决定留在此地，永远的生活在他们的伊甸园之中。

维多利亚时代的英国小镇莱姆，年轻的绅士查尔斯（杰里米艾恩斯 Jeremy Irons 饰）在海边的悬崖上邂逅了一个神秘黑衣女子（梅丽尔斯特里普 Meryl Streep 饰）。听当地人说，黑衣女子名叫萨拉，因为曾与一名法国中尉有染，所以遭众人非议，被称为“法国中尉的女人”。不过，查尔斯却对这位遗世独立的女人颇感兴趣，尽管他已经有了一个贤淑的未婚妻，并拟定了婚期，但他还是抑制不住萨拉的诱惑。两个人在几次试探后，终于开始幽会。萨拉对查尔斯讲述了她的遭遇和经历，但这一幕却被他人窥视，于是偷偷摸摸的私情面临公诸于众的危机…… 　　无独有偶，这段故事被改编成了同名电影，女主角萨拉的扮演者安娜与男主角查尔斯的扮演者迈克，也给戏中人一样，保持着若即若离的情人关系，只是结局却出人意料……

中古世纪一对相爱的豪杰美人，在嫉妒的大主教（里昂•麦考恩 Leo McKern 饰）从中作梗下，以魔咒将两人化为永不能相聚的野狼（拉特格•豪厄 Rutger Hauer饰）与鹰女（米切尔•菲菲 Michelle Pfeiffer饰），白昼美女为鹰黑夜豪杰为狼，不过美人也因为可以化身飞鹰逃脱了好几次大主教的毒手。少年扒手（马修•布罗德里克 Matthew Broderick 饰）适逢其会看到他们的痛苦决定出手相助，虽然有时候因为他可以在黑夜里和美女相处而遭到狼武士的嫉妒而被抓到遍体鳞伤，可是少年还是出于商量和对美女的崇拜准备和邪恶的大主教战斗到底。但崇高的爱情是否可以真的破除法力高强的魔咒，白昼和黑夜是否真的可以相逢，武士能否最后抱得美人归和将大主教惩罚于他的剑下？ 　　本片获得1986奥斯卡奖的最佳音响 (Best Sound) 提名；最佳效果(音响编辑) (Best Effects, Sound Effects Editing) 提名。

Unemployed Czech-speaking writer Nicholas Whistler thinks he's got a job visiting Prague for a bit of industrial espionage. In fact he is now in the employ of British Intelligence. His pretty chauffeuse on arrival behind the Iron Curtain, Comrade Simonova, is herself a Czech agent. Just as well she's immediately attracted to 007's unwitting replacement.

电影改编自真实历史事件。故事发生在十六世纪，国王亨利八世（罗伯特·肖 Robert Shaw 饰）爱上了名叫安妮（瓦妮莎·雷德格瑞夫 Vanessa Redgrave 饰）的女子，他想同王后离婚，却又碍于世俗道德的制约。亨利八世找到了大法官托马斯（保罗·斯科菲尔德 Paul Scofield 饰），他要求托马斯在离婚法令上签字，企图以托马斯的德高望重来减轻自己的负罪。 　　托马斯一生光明磊落，国王的无理要求令极富正义感的他十分困扰，因为他明白，拒绝国王的人注定不会有好下场。在内心良知的引导下，托马斯贯彻了自己的原则，他拒绝签字并辞去了官职，可即便如此，正直的他也最终未能逃脱死于非命的厄运。

An impoverished backward nation declares a war on the United States of America, hoping to lose, but things don't go according to plan.

尽管全球通力协作，地球还是不可避免地要与太阳相撞了，英国记者报道这个即将到来的灾难。

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.