刚刚搬到伦敦的托尼（詹姆斯·福克斯 James Fox 饰）雇佣了名为巴雷特（德克·博加德 Dirk Bogarde 饰）的男子作为家中的仆人，将家里上下大大小小的一切事物交给他打理，聪明肯干的巴雷特没有让托尼失望，很快便获得了主人的信任。 　　托尼的女友苏珊（温蒂·克雷格 Wendy Craig 饰）并不喜欢巴雷特，因为她隐约察觉到，托尼和巴雷特的妹妹薇拉（莎拉·米尔斯 Sarah Miles 饰）之间有着说不清道不明的暧昧关系。之后，托尼震惊的发现原来薇拉系巴雷特的情人，深感受到欺骗的托尼解雇了巴雷特。一次偶然中，托尼和巴雷特在一间小酒馆重逢了，他们重新建立了主仆关系，但这表面平和的关系里实则充满了刀光剑影。

马库斯（Richard Gibson 饰）邀请自己的同学兼好友雷欧（多米尼克·格尔德Dominic Guard 饰）到自己家去玩，就这样，雷欧结识了马库斯的姐姐玛丽安（朱莉·克里斯蒂 Julie Christie 饰），美丽又善良的玛丽安给雷欧留下了非常深刻的印象。马库斯得了传染病，没办法陪雷欧玩了，雷欧就此结识了名为泰德（阿兰·贝茨 Alan Bates 饰）的农夫，泰德拜托雷欧帮他送信给玛丽安，雷欧答应了他。 　　之后，雷欧和退伍军人修斯（爱德华·福克斯 Edward Fox 饰）交上了朋友，并且震惊的得知，玛丽安的家人准备将她许配给修斯，不仅如此，雷欧还意外的发现，自己帮泰德和玛丽安送的那些信件，其实是他们的情书。

约瑟夫·罗西导演的带有黑色电影风格的犯罪片，曾号称是英国电影史上最粗暴（toughest）的电影，尽管以当代的标准来看本片尺度并说不上大，但对60年代英国监狱的详细描绘、出色的摄影、斯坦利·贝克优秀的表演以及动听的主题曲都让本片颇具看点。故事讲述前科犯约翰尼·巴尼恩出狱后，与黑帮成员迈克·卡特等人合作一起抢劫赌马场，但事后造人背叛，再次锒铛入狱，然而藏匿赃款之处只有巴尼恩一人知道。由于巴尼恩在A区混得风生水起，狱长故意将其调去B区，但在B区老大弗兰克·萨夫瑞恩的协助下，巴尼恩再次重返A区。在狱中得知迈克·卡特的势力已经越来越大，并为了找到赃款挟持了他的女友苏珊娜后，巴尼恩找萨夫瑞恩帮忙，打算越狱逃走阻止卡特。

史蒂芬（德克·博加德 Dirk Bogarde 饰）出生在一个非常普通的家庭之中，凭借着自己的智慧和能力，他不断的向上爬，并且最终成为了英国牛津大学的教授，可以这么说，史蒂芬现在所拥有的一切，都是他一点一点亲手为自己挣来的。一次偶然中，史蒂芬撞见了自己的同事查理（斯坦利·贝克 Stanley Baker 饰）和一个名叫安娜（雅克利娜·萨萨尔 Jacqueline Sassard 饰）的女生之间的私情。 　　安娜的身份十分的尊贵，是一国之公主，并且已经有了未婚夫威廉（麦克尔·约克 Michael York 饰）。一场车祸中，威廉不幸去世，史蒂芬救了安娜一命，出于报复的心理，他强行占有了安娜。

When Susan Gilvray reports a prowler outside her house police officer Webb Garwood investigates and sparks fly. If only her husband wasn't in the way.

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.