After the fall.

Alexzander 2022-04-19 08:01:03

I don't know if the long shot of the beach is better. The vast sandy beach, the mudflat, or the beach with many pebbles, there is always a different taste.

The little boy is alone on the beach. Every time he misses his father, he will go there. The sky is blue-gray, what about the heart?

Men sing, please please please, let me let me let me, get what i want, this time.

It is a pity that some things are always unavailable, such as people who have passed away.

We can fall in our own right.

But what about after the fall?

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  • Ryley 2022-04-23 07:02:17

    Watch a movie that you obviously can't understand

  • Marianna 2022-04-22 07:01:31

    From a child who can play alone on the beach for a day to joining the skinheads and becoming a veritable gang member, a 12-year-old girlfriend, in terms of friendship, the skinheads have done a good job, the British are outspoken, from Sean to confrontation All people and things can reflect, let the black people rob Pakistani shops, under the guise of solidarity and collective is outright racism, wash

This Is England quotes

  • Combo: [to Sandhu, after robbing him] Picking on a kid, mate? Fucking hell. Picking on a fucking kid, was ya? Eh?

    Mr. Sandhu: Just take what you want and go, OK?

    Combo: SHUT UP! I'M talking! I'M your fucking size! Fuck with me!

    Mr. Sandhu: You got what you want! Just go now, alright?

    Combo: Don't you fucking dare backchat me, or I will slay you now where you fucking stand, you fucking Paki cunt! Right? You listen to fucking me! That fucking kid's Dad DIED for this fucking country! What have YOU fucking done for it? FUCK-ALL but take fucking jobs off decent people.

    [Backing towards the door, pointing a knife at Sandhu]

    Combo: Now listen, son. Listen good. We'll be back here whenever we want, right? Cuz this is fucking OURS, now. This is OURS, this, fucking Sandhu. Don't forget that. Any fucking time we want. And clean the place up, it fucking stinks of curry! Fucking stinks! REEKS of the fucking shit!

    [Leaves the shop as Sandhu looks on, shocked but grateful to still be alive]

  • Shaun: Get me... 'undred fags, two bottles of wine, a bottle of whisky, and ten cans of lager now.

    Mr. Sandhu: You know what you're gonna have? Nothing!

    Shaun: What?

    Mr. Sandhu: You know you're not supposed to be in here. Go. Out. Bang.

    Shaun: Just fucking get them, you Paki bastard!

    Mr. Sandhu: [Bewildered] What did you say?

    Shaun: Get them you FILTHY - PAKI - BASTARD!

    Mr. Sandhu: Right! That's it!

    [Begins chasing Shaun around the shop until he catches him]

    Mr. Sandhu: That's it!

    Shaun: Get off!

    Mr. Sandhu: Get out!

    Combo: [Entering the shop] What's going on, mate? You gotta problem?

    Mr. Sandhu: [Wrestling Shaun towards the door] He's been calling me a Paki bastard. Just open the door and I'll let him out. Go on, mate.

    Combo: [Suddenly brandishing a huge knife] GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF HIM NOW! FUCKING HANDS OFF HIM!