My favorite line, by O’Toole, in My Favorite Year was “I’m not an actor, I’m a movie star!”
Not just early 20c military life. You can count the number of female speaking parts in Lean’s The Bridge on the River Kwai on one finger, IIRC. Two fingers would be sufficient for Apocalypse Now (non-director’s cut) and Saving Private Ryan. War films (unless they include homefront business, on leave romances, sickward nurses, etc.) just tend not to have chicks in them.
Many times I’ve gone for more than four hours without talking to a woman.
Sorry for the lack of context, but “he” was a friend of mine from work who went to the game with me. Like Lawrence, in the dramatic scene were walking around a very hot area. In the film, he walks all through the night with sand blowing over him.
But he was just making a joke about walking around in intense heat. Our biggest concern was trying to find where our car was parked.
The Ruling Class is one of the funniest movies I have ever seen. The scene where he (mockingly) crucifies himself is beyond words. Great, great movie.
That would be the one.