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Synopsis: The tyrant Gedren seeks the total power in a world of barbarism. She attacks and kills the keepers of a powerful talisman just before it is destroyed. Gedren then uses the power of the talisman in her raid of the city Hablac. Red Sonja, sister of the keeper, sets out with her magic sword to overthrow Gedren. The talisman's master Kalidor follows to protect her. Of course they fall in love - however Red Sonja's power bases on the oath to never give herself to any man...
Director(s): Richard Fleischer
Production: MGM/UA
  1 win & 2 nominations.
 
IMDB:
5.0
Metacritic:
35
Rotten Tomatoes:
15%
PG-13
Year:
1985
89 min
262 Views


And I have but four.

Pull him!

- Are you all right, your sovereign Majesty?

- Yes, clumsy oaf.

Why did you leave him?

We needed food. I went hunting.

You could have taken him with you.

Tell her, Falkon,

that I don't care for hunting.

He doesn't care for hunting.

Treasure to the vaults,

prisoners to the dungeons.

Take the talisman back

to the Chamber of lights.

Very well, my queen.

Perhaps fewer candles...

would be advisable, Your Majesty.

Why?

The stronger the light, the greater

the power of the talisman grows.

I want more light here, not less.

But it is dangerously powerful already,

great queen.

- Look what it did to Hablok.

- Yes. Very satisfying.

But I want its full power

when we march against Toktyl, Ikol.

Its full power.

- It will be beyond our control, Majesty.

- Majesty!

Enemies are approaching

the outer empire.

It's the Prince of Hablok, Your Majesty...

with his army.

Insects.

That girl.

So she escaped the fire. How fortunate.

Ikol, I want her alive

without so much as a scratch on her skin.

Shall I send out a small ambush party?

No.

We'll wait till they get a little closer.

Burkubane, the land of perpetual night.

Falkon, proclaim my arrival...

and the defiance of Queen Gedren.

Sound your trumpet.

Keep quiet...

at least till we find a way across.

Princes do not sneak in

on their enemies like thieves.

You don't know

much about princes, do you?

You wait here with the horses.

I want to test this bridge first.

Or whatever it is.

It looks safe enough.

We'll lead the horses across.

Now hear me, Gedren!

It is I, Prince Tarn of Hablok...

to revenge myself

on the tyrant of Burkubane.

Be quiet, you arrogant, ungrateful pup.

How dare you, woman?

I'll show you how I dare.

This should have been done long ago.

No. If you must hit someone, then hit me.

You're not worth the effort, boy.

Boy?

Yes, boy. You'll never be anything else...

till you learn gratitude

and self-sacrifice, like Falkon.

He's a real man.

She didn't mean it, my prince.

She doesn't know your fine qualities.

Take that, ruffian.

Take that, you ruffian.

Practicing, Highness?

I thought princes did everything so well,

they wouldn't need to.

I was disarmed by those ruffians

the other day.

I noticed. So? It needn't be fatal.

I am disarmed. Kill me. Come on.

Come on!

You're meant to be

using your sword. Remember?

Simple, isn't it?

But it's not in the rule book.

You see, fencing and fighting

are two different things.

You need to learn them both.

Will you teach me to fence and to fight?

If you please?

Spoken like a prince.

You were disarmed

because you hold the hilt too tight.

Grip gently. See?

Gently. I see. Like this?

Your Highness learns fast.

I think we'll continue

your fencing lessons another time.

We've an early start.

You are very beautiful.

When I am king of Hablok,

I shall have you at my court.

You will? My, the honor.

I may even make you my queen.

But I'm still young.

We shall have to see.

They will reach

the Ithian Cavern tomorrow.

We must force them to take shelter there.

The killing machine will do the rest.

Yes. They'll make fine fish food.

But not the girl.

I want that beauty here with me.

See to it that she is spared.

I'll do my best, my queen.

The machine is difficult to control.

One cannot guarantee

that something will not go wrong.

If it does, you will be its next victim.

The talisman, Ikol. We need a storm.

A little one.

We should be out in the storm.

Why? This is shelter, isn't it?

I haven't got time to shelter.

I've four days left to find the talisman.

Besides, something drove us in here...

every bit of the way.

I noticed it, but I'm not complaining.

Where's Tarn?

He promised not to wander.

Dry off, I'll go find him.

Look at this.

It must be the biggest in the world.

Could be fake.

There's a lot of bad stuff around.

This pearl can rebuild Hablok...

fill its treasury, buy me an army.

Dig it out!

Your Highness,

it may belong to somebody.

It does, and he wants it now!

Yeah.

Use your dagger, fool!

What are you doing?

Falkon, Highness, look at the water!

Come on. Put your back into it.

It won't budge.

Maybe it wasn't meant to come out.

The water is rising.

You must get out of here.

- This way! Make for the stairs!

- Come, my prince!

- Get out of the water!

- Yes.

Climb up here, my prince.

Tarn!

I'm coming, my prince!

Let go!

Where is she?

I can't kill it! It's a machine!

Sonja, we have to blind it!

It's our only chance!

Falkon, get out! It can't see!

There. Keep it covered.

Why have you been following me?

To see that you reach the talisman safely.

Why?

I have to be sure

that the talisman is destroyed.

Centuries ago, the high lords of Arcadia...

had entrusted the talisman

to the priestesses...

because only women may touch it.

But to guard it,

or to destroy it if need be...

is still the duty of the High lord.

You? The High lord?

I was coming to the temple

to see the talisman destroyed...

when I found your sister dying...

and learnt that the talisman

had been stolen.

So she guided me to you.

Why didn't you tell me who you were?

You didn't seem to want a man's help.

But you needed it,

so that's why I followed you.

I had to be sure you reached the talisman.

I see.

I misunderstood.

I thought you had another reason.

I did.

No. I'm under a vow.

No man may have me

unless he has beaten me in a fair fight.

So the only man that can have you

is one who has tried to kill you.

That's logic.

If you yield only to a conqueror,

then prepare to be conquered.

Little Sonja.

Don't be a fool. I don't want to kill you.

Try it.

Come on.

Keep it down over there.

We're trying to sleep.

Are you all right?

Yes, Prince. We were just practicing.

Then let me down!

Thank you.

Why does she fight so hard?

She doesn't want to win.

Gedren's army.

Another kingdom enslaved.

The talisman! We must find a way in.

We'll have to climb.

Three of us should go in.

Who'll stand guard this doorway,

the post of danger?

- Falkon?

- Me? Here?

I don't know what's coming out that door.

No, I am going up.

Coward!

I'll take my chances in there.

And I have to go in.

I'll stay.

Take care, Your Highness.

Thank you.

Tomorrow, I start my diet.

Majesty, the talisman

is almost beyond control.

We must bury it in the dark

before it is too late!

It'll be buried when I have no further use

for it, and that time is not yet.

But it will kill us all!

O God, Majesty, what do you want?

Our vaults are brimming with gold.

Great states live in terror of us!

- What more is there?

- The world, Ikol!

Today we took another piece

of the city of Toktyl.

But I have wider claims

and the talisman will enforce them!

Madness. There will be no world.

There will be no world.

We must find the talisman.

Only I can touch it, remember.

You take that way, I'll go the other way.

Falkon, you take the center.

How's the food around here?

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Robert E. Howard

Robert Ervin Howard (January 22, 1906 – June 11, 1936) was an American author who wrote pulp fiction in a diverse range of genres. He is well known for his character Conan the Barbarian and is regarded as the father of the sword and sorcery subgenre. Howard was born and raised in Texas. He spent most of his life in the town of Cross Plains, with some time spent in nearby Brownwood. A bookish and intellectual child, he was also a fan of boxing and spent some time in his late teens bodybuilding, eventually taking up amateur boxing. From the age of nine he dreamed of becoming a writer of adventure fiction but did not have real success until he was 23. Thereafter, until his death by suicide at age 30, Howard's writings were published in a wide selection of magazines, journals, and newspapers, and he became proficient in several subgenres. His greatest success occurred after his death. Although a Conan novel was nearly published in 1934, Howard's stories were never collected during his lifetime. The main outlet for his stories was Weird Tales, where Howard created Conan the Barbarian. With Conan and his other heroes, Howard helped fashion the genre now known as sword and sorcery, spawning many imitators and giving him a large influence in the fantasy field. Howard remains a highly read author, with his best works still reprinted. Howard’s suicide and the circumstances surrounding it have led to speculation about his mental health. His mother had been ill with tuberculosis his entire life, and upon learning she had entered a coma from which she was not expected to wake, he walked out to his car and shot himself in the head. more…

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