St. George Shoots the Dragon

Synopsis: The Kingdom of Serbia, as part of the Balkan League, battling the remaining Turkish occupiers during the First Balkan War in 1912 and outbreak of World War I in 1914 and the crucial Battle of Cer, the first allied victory in World War I. The village is deeply divided between able-bodied men that are potential army recruits and the many disabled veterans from the previous Balkan wars; there is bitter animosity between the two groups, who do not intermingle much with each other even though they live in the same village.
Director(s): Srdjan Dragojevic
  1 win & 1 nomination.
120 min

Inspired by true events.

They say Paris at night

is so bright...

the people don't know

if it's midday or midnight.

- Look how dark it is here.

- It has its advantages.

When you live in the dark,

it's much easier to die.

You barely lose anything.

Darkness replaces darkness.

And we deserve to live in the dark.

- Why, Grandpa?

- Because.

What other nation

curses the sun like we do?

We curse the bright sun,

the bloody sun...

It's a miracle

it shines on us at all.

Besides the sun,

we curse God, bread, mother...

What can a nation that curses

sun, God, bread and mother hope for?

Bloody sun!

I taught you to read and write,

and to count pigs.

But it's all useless

in this country.

I'll teach you something

that will be of some real use.

Get away from me, jinx!

F***ing raven! Bad luck.

Can't you play something cheerful?

Yes sir, Sergeant sir.

F***ing funeral music.

Stop playing and I'll let you

sniff my girlfriend's letter.

Serbian Army - Scout Unit

The Turks are moving

their artillery.

- Second Lieutenant, sir!

- I could hardly find you, scouts!

Now we get all the food

for the past week!

- We must inform HQ.

- After breakfast, neighbour.

It's a direct order, Sergeant.

Yes sir, neighbour sir.

- I forgot what a pig looks like.

- A pig?

A pig looks like a goose,

only without feathers.

Who took the other leg?

I want it back.

I'm asking you nicely.

Before you call Turks for help.

Come on, let's have it.

- Gentlemen...

- He looks like a spy to me.

- My name is Leonardo Spasic...

- Shut up!

He's got some kind of machine gun!

Let me waste him!

You can commit

cold-blooded murder, gentlemen.

But then you won't appear on

the front page of the Serbian News

as the brave liberators

of Old Serbia!

Gentlemen. Smile please.





Who'd think a city girl

could make this on her own?

- What's wrong?

- Save it for my grave.

I don't need it now.

- We'll manage...

- Let go!

- You will manage.

- Gavrilo!

GiVe it to George!

He came back in one piece.

It'll look better on him.

Don't worry, he'll be back.

He loves you.

I'm sorry. I thought...

You're an expert on love?

No one came for you?


Welcome home.

Two years later

Quiet down!

Zoja-man, angry!

Zoja-dog, mean!

Watch your dog, Vane!

Bite merchandise!


take me with you, please.

Grandpa told me

reading and writing is useless.

Take me with you,

just this once.

Why not, Gavrilo?

It's an honest living.

What's the problem?


Yes, it is.

You. Run off home.

They just can't get enough.

Bloody Vukovic brothers.

Almost every night.

Sergeant! We can get them

on their way back!

Let them go this time.

The cattle will die without salt.

Besides, what would you do

for tobacco?

- Am I getting grey?

- Not at all, Sergeant.

Don't lie to me.

I still can't say nothing to you.

And I'd thought it all through.

Stupid woman!

I can't... I'm not a city girl.

Mile will take me home.

- What home?

- My home.

To my family.

Oh my God!

I'm so ashamed!

Kid, how come

you missed some of us?

If we're not equal here,

I'm changing establishments.

Damn right!

We natural unnaturals were the

best customers before the wars!

And then we unnaturals with medals

took over.

Him first...

Serious wounds have priority.

Since when does that apply here?

Don't bother serving me,

I'm sick of this.

Call me when you've decided!

Until then, no drinks!

That's my teaching!

Right in the face, every time.

- Just like Marx said.

- F*** Marx and f*** you!

Poisoning the kid's mind

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