|Neil Marshall Director|
A group of soldiers, on a training mission in the Scottish Highlands, find that they are the bait being used to capture a pack of werewolves.
Although set in the Scottish Highlands, most of the film was shot in Luxembourg.2 More Trivia
After a character called Pvt. "Spoon" Witherspoon goes missing Pvt. Cooper says "Where's Spoon". Sgt. Harry G. Wells replies "There is no Spoon". This is a reference to a scene in The Matrix where a boy tells Neo that, in order to bend a spoon, he must first realize that "There is no spoon".6 More Movie References
6 More Quotes
There's no way I'm about to break radio silence just because you lot got spooked by a dead flying fucking cow.
|Sean Pertwee||Sgt. Harry G. Wells|
|Kevin McKidd||Pvt. Cooper|
|Liam Cunningham||Capt. Ryan|
|Thomas Lockyer||Cpl. Bruce Campbell|
|Darren Morfitt||'Spoon' Witherspoon|
|Chris Robson||Pvt. Joe Kirkley|
|Leslie Simpson||Pvt. Terry Milburn|
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Wells: "Yeah, it was back in '91, just before my unit was flown out to Kuwait, to mop up the last pockets of resistance. Me and this young fellow called Eddie Oswald decided to go get a tattoo done, to commemorate our first trip into the desert."
Bruce: "Yeh, I remember Eddie. He was as stocky hard-case with a broken nose and a bong eye, yeh?"
Wells: "Yeh, that's him. Good-looking fellow, big hit with the ladies. Anyway, me and Eddie went and had a few drinks, we had a lot of drinks, then we went down to the tattoo parlor, where I had a Desert Rat done, and Eddie being Eddie, he wanted something with a bit more meaning. And being a bit of believer, he said that his soul still belonged to God. But his flesh, well his flesh was way beyond redemption, and it was up to Satan to save his skin. So he got this fucking great laughing devil tattooed right on his arse. Anyway, about six days later, we were making a regular sweep along the Iraqi border, and Eddie, poor fucker, triggered an anti-tank mine. Yeh, we all saw it happen, I mean he was on point. White, blinding lightning flash, and a fucking deafening crack, and by the time we picked ourselves up off the deck, Eddie was... well he was gone. Just bits and pieces of him was all that remained, in this big fucking red circle, a hundred meters. I tell you something lads, it really puts things into perspective when you have to scoop your mate up with a shovel, and stick him in a bin-bag. Anyway, the thing that really did our nuts in that day was when you came across a bit you recognized. A bit of ear. A toe, a nose, a tooth. But the thing that really freaked us out that day was when Left-Hand Charlie found a bit of Eddie with a tattoo on. I mean, everything else was burned to a crisp, covered in claret, all mushed up, pulped up. Not this bit, this bit was perfect. And there's Old Nick, chortling his fucking arsehole off at us! So you could say that Eddie was right. That Satan did indeed save his skin, just not all of it. Or you could say that Eddie was just unlucky. Either way, it taught me to keep a very open mind. Boom, boom."