2009

Camelot

The sequel to The Sword in the Stone

For those who still wonder 'What happened to Arthur after pulling the sword from the stone? And Geneva? And Lancelot? ' Here, this movie will answer.
Like The Sword in the Stone, Camelot is also directly inspired by the King by TH White for ever.
The film maintains the same irony, the characters are represented with enthusiasm and skill.
Some have criticized an excessive drama. Maybe, maybe not. It 's a musical, is emphasized in a fresh and fun.
But first things first.
Camelot mainly tells the story of Arthur's dream, his love with Geneva and the love between Lancelot and the queen. But it also picks up the children of the king, represents perfectly the pain and the betrayal of the queen that the indifference of his son Mordred. Arthur is portrayed as a man full of hopes, full of enthusiasm but very childlike, a man who is destroyed by contact with reality. Geneva
And, like him, carefree lives up to the time of his encounter with Lancelot, or the moment when he understands that life is not just a game or a trinket.
Lancelot himself is portrayed in a funny way initially, an eccentric French is a bit 'full of himself but when he bends in despair because he thinks he has killed Dinadan is shown for what it truly is.
This is a film with many layers as there are human ones.
Funny, lighthearted drama. And do not lie when I say that made me laugh and cry and that concerns him indefinitely.
This review is perhaps hardly objective but nevertheless conclude with a sentence that will make it more objective:
usually hate Lancelot. In this movie I loved.
It 's impossible to hate a character of Camelot because, simply, they are human.

5 out of 5 hermit crabs. My favorite movie of all Arthurian.

And I leave you with one of the songs, probably the most fun (and the only one I found in Italian). Geneva
sense feelings of resentment toward Lancelot, the newcomer, because of his arrogance and she does not perceive to be arrogant in his demeanor. With little tricks convinces Lionel, and Sagramoro Dinadan Lancelot to fight in the tournament.

fanfiction: Cai Hir (1 / 1)

Title: Cai Hir (1 / 1)
atrice: lucre_noin
Rating: PG13
Warning: slash (m / m), sentimentality
Synopsis: Kai expects forward to the return of the lover Lancelot but soon discovers that the famous French knight is less faithful to what he thought. Nimue says.

"Cai Hir," said Lady Nimue, seeing senescalco stroll through the garden. It was rare that Sir Kay came out with the cold, not that it was weak, but having to deal with the castle and the kingdom was not the need to self-harming and freezing outside.
This lady Nimue, the court magician of King Arthur and the host, was extremely surprised to see him in the garden in the snow, looking at a simple tree.
"Cai Hir," the woman called him yet. Cai Hir meant Kay High and was a nickname that the women of Camelot had been given to steward. Certainly, Sir Bors was much more higher, but Kay Kay was also where the most massive prominence for his height and slender nerve.
Sir Kay turned to her and smiled seeing that Nimue senescalco had reached the nose of the reddish hue of his hair.
"You'll end up to freeze, Sir Kay, "it warned, catching up her shawl and clutching him.
"In that case I would be preserved for thousands of years and when I wake up this is all over."
"All this?"
"All this madness. Knights leave for stupid and useless missions. "
Lady Nimue gently took the hand of man, feeling cold, and dragged him inside the castle.
"Not all, but a few. They are like wild cats, "explained Nimue, with calm and tranquility," are not happy if they are locked up. They need to know that freedom is still there, at hand. "
Kay finally decided to watch the magician's eyes. Nimue's eyes were terrible and it had always been.
The girl, if he was really young, had very dark eyes that seemed to absorb light in all its totality. Merlin had been dangerously attracted to her eyes and was lost.
"And if it turns out that this freedom is too sweet to leave?"
"You're talking to yourself?"
Kay laughed shortly, "Oh no, I'm not done for the joints. Camelot Camelot although I love do not love me. "
" Then you are talking about a ... friend, perhaps? "The
senescalco nodded but said nothing more.
"Well," continued Nimue, "you have to link this to you friend."
"How are you doing with your loved Pellas? Tied with some strange magic and imprisoned on an isolated island? "
" I do not know nothing, as usual. Let your tongue lash before your brain can even get going, "she scolded Nimue, but without the acidity.
"Forgive me, my lady, you're right." Sir Kay bowed briefly, returning soon senescalco, the governor, who took care of the problems of Camelot, receiving no glory, who forge bonds of peace for his and King, who set aside their dignity.
"If you can not tie it to you then go with him. E 'is your choice. "
" As I said, I love Arthur's Camelot and needs me. I'm still paying my arrogance of youth. "
" Do not be silly, no one remembers when you took Excalibur. "
Sir Kay looked at her doubtfully and smiled, accepting the peace offer.
"I must say that I much prefer the old Merlin."
"If this is not a way to flatter a lady, Cai Hir," joked Nimue, hitting him playfully on the arm that so far had formed. Kay
vigorously rubbed his nose, feeling the cold now that he left to give him back sensitivity. Nimue was about to comment that small gesture when, by the stout wooden door came a young page.
"Lady Nimue, Sir Mador de la Porte has returned from His adventure and needs your care. "
" Thank you, Clarence, "the witch sent him away," now I'm afraid I'll have to go to sewing our beautiful Mador, "conitnuò Nimue, addressed to Kay .
"I ask permission to follow you." Nimue
And the deal because he knew that his friend, lover or whatever other term with which we could determine, by Sir Kay had traveled with Mador. The return of Mador meant no doubt that the mission had ended and the thirst for adventure and freedom fulfilled.

followed Sir Kay Lady Nimue from the Great Hall, so named because of the high ceiling that seemed to make counting more majestic.
Lying on a mattress was Mador de la Porte, with a bloody rag around his head. Beside him, Sir Gahalantine and a maid were talking quietly.
"My Lords, I am here to give you all the help you need," Nimue greeted them with respect.
Before long, she was ready to heal, with science and magic, the wounds of Mador, while Sir Kay questioned Gahalantine, Lancelot's cousin, the results of their trip.
soon discovered that the two knights, accompanied by Mordred, had participated in a tournament between Wales and the King Bagdemagus finding Lancelot to compete in the ranks opposed to them. Lancelot had bravely won the tournament without even a scratch, while Mador and Mordred were wounded.
"Mordred remained in Wales, will come to Camelot in a few days."
"And Sir Lancelot? It 'not that long ago that we see in court, "interjected Nimue, before Kay could make the same question.
"I do not understand," said Gahalantine, "should already be back."
Sir Kay decided that its time for the reception was finite and, hiding the apprehension, he left the Great Hall to head in the kitchen and then in the library and armory. The court of Camelot was great and if someone wanted to be was not simply prevent people find important.
No, Lancelot could not be dead and wounded. It was impossible.
No. No way. Never. These were the words of the steward when swirled in my head, tired of his wandering without success, returned to their rooms.
It was there that he found Lancelot.
Knight was sitting on her bed reading. He was clean-shaven, neat, no armor but with a simple blue tunic. He had the look of a man who returns from a long trip.
"You come back three days ago," said Sir Kay, entering the room without saying goodbye, without recognizing in particular the fact that he was actually worried for his safety.
Lancelot looked up at him and smiled, putting the book to read.
Lancelot was a man looks. He was a nobleman who gave off an aura of absolute power and importance that excluded the rest of the world. But when Lancelot looks at you, then you felt like part of something better, as worthy of attention.
"Yes, Mador is back after me since the injury slowed him Gahalantine and accompanied him. "
" You come before them ... where you been? Because there I saw at court? "
Lancelot smiled, almost shyly. "I went to Lady Elaine, to see how he was."
"The Queen Guinevere? You have not welcomed? "He muttered sourly the senescalco between his teeth. With joy he noticed that Lancelot was considerably faded.
"Do not talk nonsense, Sir Kay, you're tired, I know. I know that your duties are very pressing. "
" Oh duties, yes! It was exactly the word I was looking for. You, Lancelot of the Lake, what do you know the duties? "Sir Kay was immensely grateful to your mother and father for having given birth to high high to look down if Lancelot at least equal in the eyes.
"Where are your duties, sir? Get away from court without worrying about anything. In an emergency we lose half of our men looking for you! You spit on your duties! "
" Sir Kay, I pray you-"he tried to calm the French knight, taking him by the forearms.
"Yes, pray, because right now I'm going to tell the king what to do with Elaine's Astolat and the Queen herself, "hissed the senescalco but failed to fulfill his threat because viae Lancelot drove him back again, quickly, to close the door of the room with the heavy bolt.
"Are you crazy jealous, if you want to accuse me of something do it here in front of me and that's it. We will solve the issue with the sword. "
" Oh, Lancelot, kill me before I can even parry a shot. "
Kay was not a dreamer and he knew that Lancelot had grown and was trained in the best schools Gaul because he was a son of a king, though without a kingdom.
Lancelot not denied the words of the man who had been her lover and does not attempt to move when they violently took a lock of hair, pulling her head back.
"Everybody seems to fall in love with you, Sir Lancelot."
"Yes, sorry, Cai Hir."
"It also seems that you fall in love with you all or maybe you'd like to think of having the castle kneeling in front of you? "
" You mean literally? "Lancelot smiled, holding a hand to the laces of his shirt senescalco. Kay
grimaced and tugged at the last fair hair and the finest knight of the lake, leaving him to go.
"No, I did not mean literally. I salute you, Sir Lancelot. I hope you have a pleasant evening at the banquet and we'll meet again tomorrow. "
" Where are you going? "Sighed another. Talk to Sir Kay made him feel like a nurse who was looking after a baby bird.
"Since you are in my room can not stay here. I think I'll go to the library, Sir Lancelot. "
The senescalco bowed stiffly and awkwardly avoided the hand of Lancelot, aimed at grasping the shoulder. He opened the door, which was still the key to the padlock attached, and went out, leaving only Sir Lancelot, the king without a land, in the room.

was in the library that Nimue found Sir Kay and Sir Bedivere. Bent over a couple of tomes in Latin on Roman military tactics, the shutters closed and the icy cold of the night a candle to light, forcing the senescalco to squint to see the ends of words.
"You'll end up staying blind, Sir Kay," Bedivere greeted him but there was an air of caution in his approach to the massive desk.
He glanced at Lady Nimue, who nodded, approaching her, too.
"Sir Kay, I have done worry, "Nimue greeted him with a smile," one of my pages did you call me saying have you heard threaten Sir Lancelot. "
Kay turned to look at the two newcomers, running a hand over tired face.
"One of your spies, you mean," said sourly, thinking for a moment, that witches and wizards were all the same. Merlin, Morgana and Nimue seemed to want the best for Camelot and we gravitated around him like flies, riempiedo Castle spies and mice.
"You know I do not need spies. After I learned of your anger in any case. I heard your negative energy right from my room. "
Sir Bedivere said nothing, not explaining that he had actually Nimue perceived negativity between Lancelot and Kay and had asked him to accompany her to find Kay if he were in the middle of a battle.
"I am almost certain not to have given permission to enter the royal library, sir and lady."
"I go where I want, Sir Kay, stop saying silly," scolded the Sir Bedivere, without wrong.
Bedivere was the right arm of Arthur Kay and the left, if Lancelot had not come to conquer the hearts of all.
Bedivere was one of the few riders who preferred to remain to protect the kingdom to Camelot rather than engage in foreign adventures and mysterious dame. It was he who, after Arthur and Kay, had the highest official post in the kingdom.
Sir Kay lowered his head slightly, once again he let his tongue acted first.
But Sir Bedivere had a reputation for patient man.
"Do you know where it is Sir Lancelot?" Kay asked, turning to Nimue.
"I do not know what-"
"I did not kill, if that's what you fear. That was what were afraid? "
"I was afraid it was him rather to kill you," said Sir Bedivere Nimue and looked at her coldly.
Sir Kay smiled in the face that both aspiring young riders adoravno taunt. "Your reasoning is flawless. Well, as you can see I am alive and healthy and Lancelot, I assure you, it is also healthy. "
" He was the lover who wanted to link to you, "asked the witch, and witch lady, suddenly seeing Kay pale and immediately blushed, hiding her freckles. The senescalco observed with the expression betrayed and confused and moved quickly away from her impassive face of Sir Bedivere.
"What-"
"I fear that Lancelot is impossible to tie," he went on Nimue, "if I were you, dear senescalco, move my attention on someone less fierce in his passions."
Sir Kay arose, regardless of the book is slammed, losing the sign.
"What you're saying is absurd. I will not be here to listen to your insinuations, witch. "
and continue to use that word as if it were an insult," he smiled softly Lady Nimue, before making a quick bow. "Do not worry, I'll go. Tomorrow I will return to Avalon, where my Pellas waiting for me. As you can see, I'm not ashamed to admit the nature of my love. "
The lady left the room without even looking at the disaster that had left behind.
Sir Kay said his exit, his dark blue skirts and her brown hair. He heard the door close and then turned to Bedivere.
"Dude, you do not believe what that woman said, I hope."
"Sir Kay, I know for many years and you know that I I only believe what I see and know. So please do as Lady Nimue says, choose someone who does not flee from you and not leave you waiting all day, waiting for a return alive or dead. "
Sir Kay gave him a ferocious kick to the chairs behind him, letting it fall to the ground.
"There are things I love to discuss."
Bedivere smiled briefly, slightly tilting her face.
"My intention was not to start a discussion, Cai Hir," she explained, kneeling before him and bowing his head like all those times when he had bowed to Arthur, his sovereign. "Mine was a proposal, Sir Kay."
With an elegant motion, Bedivere stood up again and puts his hand behind the neck of the other, pulling in an embrace that lasted only a few seconds.
"I await your response, whenever you want. For now, I wish you good night and a good rest, my lord, "she finally said goodbye, leaving him in the library.
Sir Kay leave he looked like Lady Nimue, and leaned against the desk where a moment before was working. With a new
doubt in his mind, senescalco wondered if in life I was mistaken all ..