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La Bataille d'Angleterre est un film Britannique de genre Drame réalisé par Guy Hamilton sorti en France le 17 septembre 1969 avec Harry Andrews

La Bataille d'Angleterre (1969)

Battle of Britain

La Bataille d'Angleterre
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Reichsmarschall Hermann Goering

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook [Watching a massive Luftwaffe bomber force heading for England] My God, if we lose the war now... they'll tear our arses asunder!

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook I have promised the Fuehrer that we will clear the skies and completely destroy the RAF. I expect my orders to be obeyed!

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook [To his officers, upon learning of the Battle of Britain's failure and Operation Sea-Lion's cancellation] You have let me down! You have betrayed me!

Group Captain Barker

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook Or, in other words, beware of the Hun in the sun- who, for reasons best known to himself, has confined his recent attacks to our Channel convoys. However, this won't last forever. But it has given us time to pull ourselves together and train people like you. As air traffic controllers, you'll be playing a key role in the battles. Radar stations send information up to command, command passes it to group, group passes it to the squadrons and you, as controllers, guide our chaps to the interception. This system is tried and tested. It works. So don't blame the system if you're no good.

Air Chief Marshal Sir Hugh C.T. Dowding

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook [Narrating a letter he has written] To the permanent Secretary of State for Air... Sir, I have the honour to refer to the very serious calls which have recently been made upon Fighter Command in an attempt to stem the German invasion of the Continent. I hope and believe that our armies may yet be victorious in France and Belgium, but we have to face the possibility that they may be defeated. In this case, I presume that there is no one who would deny that England should fight on, even though the remainder of the continent of Europe is dominated by the Germans. I must therefore request that not one more fighter be sent across the Channel. If the home defence is drained away in desperate attempts to remedy the situation in France, defeat in France will involve the final, complete, and irremediable defeat of this country. I have the honour to be, sir, your obedient servant, H.C.T. Dowding.

Dialogue

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook [Early in the film, an RAF Spitfire does a barrel roll over a column of retreating soldiers and civilians; a group of weary British Army soldiers are not impressed]
British Soldier: Who the 'ell's he tryin' to kid?
[Later, the Spitfire lands and its pilot is revealed to be Jamie; his squadron leader saw him perform the barrel roll]
Squadron Leader Harvey: What the hell was that? One wrong twitch and you'd have been spread all over a field like strawberry jam. Never again, clear?
Jamie: I thought it might buck up the civilians!
Squadron Leader Harvey: Oh, for God's sake, Jamie! Give your brain a chance!

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook [Air Chief Marshall Sir Hugh Dowding is meeting with a senior civil servant who is involved with the planning of Britain's defense against the coming German air campaign.]
Senior civil servant: Damn it, man, we've got 650 planes!
Air Chief Marshall Sir Hugh Dowding: And they have... 2,500 aircraft, haven't they?
Senior civil servant: But, they've got to cross the Channel first! And we have radar! Churchill puts great faith in radar.
Air Chief Marshall Sir Hugh Dowding: It's vital, but it won't shoot down aircraft.
Senior civil servant: [Mildly annoyed] Well, I must say, you don't exactly exude a spirit of optimism.
Air Chief Marshall Sir Hugh Dowding: God willing we will hold out, Minister.
Senior civil servant: I see. So I'm to tell the cabinet, that you're trusting in radar and praying to God, is that right?
Air Chief Marshall Sir Hugh Dowding: [chuckles] More accurately the other way round. Trusting in God and praying for radar. But the essential arithmetic is that our young men will have to shoot down their young men at the rate of four to one, if we're to keep pace at all.

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook [A RAF ground-crew sergeant approaches Simon as he climbs out of his Spitfire; Simon forgot to drop his landing gear when he first came in to land]
RAF Sergeant: Undercarriage lever a bit sticky, was it, sir?
Simon: [relieved] Well, yes, as a matter of fact, it was!
RAF Sergeant: Well, I wouldn't tell the CO that, sir. Not if I were you.
[Simon heads for the squadron headquarters office, passing Pilot Sergeant Andy and Pilot Officer Archie, who are sitting outside.]
Andy: You can teach...
Andy, Archie: Monkeys to fly better than that!

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook [A group of boys are watching a formation of German Heinkel bombers approach London]
Boy 1: Messerschmitts!
Boy 2: "Einkels!
Boy 1: Messerschmitts!
Boy 2: No they ain't, they're 'Einkels!

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook [A group of German bomber crewmen taken as prisoners have been brought to a bombed airfield]
Squadron Leader Skipper: Where are you taking those vultures?
RAF NCO: Officers to the mess, NCOs to the guard room, sir.
Squadron Leader Skipper: Like hell you are. They're responsible for all that [turning and gesturing to the ruined field], get 'em to clear it up!
RAF NCO: But, what about the officers, sir?
Squadron Leader Skipper: Give 'em a bloody shovel!

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook [A fighter pilot from the RAF's Polish squadron is shot down while his squadron is intercepting a German bomber formation with fighter escort. His parachute descends, landing in an English farmer's field. The pilot greets the farmer, speaking in heavily-accented English that makes him sound like a German.]
Polish RAF Pilot: Goot- af-ter-noon.
[The farmer stares at the pilot for a moment, then raises his pitchfork.]
Farmer: "Good afternoon" my arse, you boche bastard. [Gesturing with his pitchfork] Come on, put your hands up.
Polish RAF Pilot: [Confused] Why?
Farmer: [Gesturing again] Come on, put 'em up!
Polish RAF Pilot: I'm a Polish pilot, I'm fighting on your side!
Farmer: Cor blimey- get 'em up! Let's go!
[The Polish RAF pilot gives up and raises his hands; scowling, the farmer takes him prisoner and marches him across the field, keeping his pitchfork raised.]

Cast

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook Jean Wladon as Jean-Jacques

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook Manfred Reddemann - Major Falke,

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook Helmut Kircher - Boehm

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook Alexander Allerson - Major Brandt

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook Paul Neuhaus - Major Föehn

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook Malte Petzel - Beppo Schmid

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook Alf Jungermann - Brandt's navigator

Facebook Partager la citation sur facebook Wolf Harnisch - General Fink