Amazon Prime original film Reign of Fire was released July 12th, 2002.
#ReignofFire made $82.1M at the international box office.
rottentomatoes: 41%
metacritic: 39
imdb: 6.2
Quinn Abercromby
Quinn oversees a small contingent of dragon apocalypse survivors in London, England.
“What’s up, guys? Ha! Someone’s gotta clean up after you guys. No. I’m trying to cut back. Hi, mum! No, I told you– I only smoke when I’ve been drinking. Nothing. Maybe we could ask dad to pay. Sorry. You’re passing through it. What’s that make you? Oh. Wicked. Whoa. Mum, there’s something in there. There’s something in the hole! Mum, we’ve got to go! Mum, there was something in there! Mum! Ahhhhhh! Mum? Mum? Mum?” — Quinn Abercromby
“I’ve kept this for years, because someday it will be up to you. I don’t want you to be afraid. I want you to understand. Knowledge is the only weapon we’ve got left. In the beginning, it was ignorance that destroyed us. I saw the first, but soon the world saw millions. No one knew how they spawned so fast. They swarmed like locusts, burning everything in their path, driven by one purpose– to feed. Even then, we couldn’t believe they were real. Ancient man had made them into myths, but nature had made something far more terrible. Too late, our scientists discovered their true identity– a species which had burned the dinosaurs to dust, whose ash had brought on ice ages, who, in eons past, had scorched the world clean of life, then starved, then slept, waiting for the Earth to replenish itself, waiting to start their cycle anew.” — Quinn Abercromby
“Our weapons shot fire back at them, yet for every one of them killed, a hundred took its place. They seemed invulnerable. We could only look on as our leaders used their greatest arsenal to destroy them. But in the end, we only helped them, till the world burned and the few of us that were left fled the cities, found shelter where we could. You have to understand our past because you will decide our future. They’re starving now, and they’re more dangerous than ever. But we have to go on. We have to outlast them. Only one species of getting out of this alive.” — Quinn Abercromby
“Don’t care about the specs, Jerry. 1,200 centigrade– can it take it? Of course you do. Sorry, mate. Nice one. Jared? Keep ’em at it. No slacking! Yeah. Yeah. Cheers, mate. What are you doing, Eddie? No, you’re not. It’s not ready. We spoke about this. Half the stuff’s not ripe. You pick it now, it won’t germinate. That means no seeds. That means nothing to plant next season. What is this? We can do it, Eddie. We decided, all of us, you as well– dig in, work together, outlast them.” — Quinn Abercromby
“Yeah, we know that. That’s why we have to hang on. Maybe we are all that’s left. Sorry, Eddie. You’re not going anywhere. You bloody take ’em from me. All right. I’m keeping these. ‘Join me,’ the black knight says, ‘then we can end this conflict forever.’ The black knight stares through the holes in his shiny mask, and he speaks words that burn into our hero’s heart forever. ‘I… am your father.’ Course I did. Tomorrow. No, no. Prayers first. Tomorrow! Tomorrow! Prayers first! Okay. Ready?” — Quinn Abercromby
“What do we do when we wake? What do we do when we sleep? Well done. Bedtime. Bedtime! Hello, Liam. Don’t listen to him. It’s just the wind. Okay. Head up! One at a time! 1… 2… let’s move! Creedy? You got a count? Come on! Move it! Hurry up! Go! Come on! Quick! Get in there! Get in! Come on, Creedy. Come on, Creedy! I’m going as fast as I can! Let me bloody go! Poor bastard. A father’s not meant to bury his kids. It’s supposed to be the other way around. No. No, Creedy. Maybe he was right. It’s easy to square your shoulders and bear it when you don’t have kids. Maybe there won’t be another harvest.” — Quinn Abercromby
“You remember when we’d go out and bring in 80%, 90% of it? Not anymore. Not in the last few years. They’re hungrier, too. No. I just thought if we could hang on, somehow we’d make it through. Creedy! Creedy! Anything happens, you know what to do. Me neither. That’s a big tank. Who are you? You’re a long way from home, Van Zant. You lost? That’s a good story, especially the bit about the plane, but there hasn’t been anything in the air for 20 years. That’s their territory. Turn around, Van Zant. You try it. The plane was better. So now you’re a dragon killer. That’s not even original. Maybe you’re the Dalton boys. You try anything… I’ll kill you. Quinn.” — Quinn Abercromby
Creedy
“Eddie… you can argue as much as you like. It makes no difference. The point is, if you go out those gates, then you jeopardize this community– you can stay out there, because you’re not coming back. Hey, Quinn. You know, I’m your best friend, and sometimes even I don’t like you. Sorry.”
“Never! Aah! ‘I’ll never join you,’ the white knight says. ‘You killed my father.’ Aah! Aah! No! All right, kids. Time for bed. What do we do when we see them? Good night, guys. Good night. Take cover, kids. Come on, now. There we go, then. Okay, children! Single file. Single file. Move the kids. Let’s go. Come on. Yeah? Yeah, we’re good. Devon!”
“Creedy’s one-and-only black label, aged two weeks in a steel barrel. Now, the secret’s swallowing fast. That way it just burns your stomach and not your throat. Go on. Sip it and weep. Huh? Who? Eddie? Yeah, well, he wouldn’t have had to if he’d just listened, would he? No. Not now, with half the crop gone. God knows how we’re going to get through.”
“Hey… you’re not giving up on me, are you? I’ve got to go. Marauders. Years since we’ve seen them. Well, look on the bright side. At least we’re not alone. Oh. Only one thing worse than a dragon. Americans. Well, that would be you, then. Uh, no. I have no idea.”
General Van Zant
“Roger that. I’m going in. Stay high on my… charge all weapons. Oh, what a dump. Who’s in charge?! You responsible for this place? Name’s Van Zant, Kentucky irregulars. Rebuilt a national guard C5A. Flew it 8,000 miles on 2 engines and tried to set it down on the old strip outside of Manchester. Lost 122 men and most of my fuel. We need shelter and a place to refit artillery. We’ll be out of your hair by 1800 hours tomorrow. It’s my territory. It’s your territory. They’re just rentin’ it. Don’t be a fool. We can do this easy… or we can do it real easy.”
“You ever seen one of these? Not many men have. Got it off the first one I killed. It was in a wheat field just south of Coffeyville, Kansas. It was late November. It’s a month of mist. And we were caught in the open. The sun was setting behind us. There was nowhere to run. Twice it came in on us, and twice it missed the heart of us. And that’s when I had an epiphany. You see, they have great vision… in the day. And they have even better vision at night. But in the failing light, they can’t focus. Magic hour. Coffeyville. It’s etched in American history because the Dalton boys were killed there. Ordinary townsfolk rose up and took ’em down. No, no… we’re the townsfolk. Didn’t get your name.”
Post-Apocalypse
“Hey, Quinn! Come and have a look at this! It’s a straight drop now from the water tower. You just pull the plug, 500 gallons per minute hits the walls. Yeah. Course it can. Remember, I used to build blast furnaces for a living. I know all about fire. Eddie’s gone psycho. Yeah, Quinn? You heard him. No slacking. Go! …I shall always walk. Ye, though his brethen rose like locusts from the Earth, Quinn, no weapon could save me! No fire could extinguish theirs! They will prepare… cheers, mate. What’s up, Quinn?”
“Me and a few others, we’re going harvesting, Quinn. There won’t be a next season. We’ll be starved to death. Kid’s can’t eat hope, Quinn. Edinburgh’s gone. We haven’t heard from Pembury or Norwich in two years! We’re on our own, Quinn. Eight years I’ve listened to you, and for what? Two kids and a wife buried on the road. I’m not losing these, Quinn, not when there’s food out there. Give me the keys. It’s a community, not a prison.”
“Creedy! Did you make that up, Mr. Quinn? No! No! One more! ‘The Lion King!’ Yeah! Yeah! Keep both eyes on the sky. Keep one eye on the sky. Dig hard, dig deep, run for shelter, and never look back. Why can’t we stay up later? Michael? Quinn’s asleep. I took the keys. Let’s go. You keep quiet. Willem says it’s dragon breath.”
“Oh, God. Ajay, alarm. Quinn! Quinn! In the field. Dragons! Go get Eddie. Rachel! I’m here! Devon! Devon! Devon! Michael! D– where’s Michael? Michael? Michael! Michael! You okay? Where’s Matt? He’s dead. Eddie! Let’s go! Move! Ahhhhhh! Come on! Go! Come on, Michael! Go! Move! Keep going! Come on! Ahhhhh! Dad… w-what’ll we do? We’re trapped! Go! Devon! It’s gonna blow up! Back up! Back up! Back up! Oh, my God! Back up! Back up! Back up! Back up! Stop! Quinn, stop! No! No, Quinn! Devon’s there! Devon!! He doesn’t care about us. He just wants the damn ash off that field.”
“Hey, Barlow, I’ve got voices. Ajay, what are you smoking? I’m not messing with you, Barlow. Take a look. A look at what? She’s not moving. Forget the bird and use the scope, you wanker. Oh, dear. All right, lads, this isn’t a drill! Move it along! Get those out! One to Creedy. Another one to Jared! Here’s Creedy’s. Al right, all right! Come on, then! Come on! Extra shells! Come on! We haven’t got all day!”
London
“Hello, Quinn. Good morning, Quinn. How’s it going, mate? Working the late shift are you? All right, Quinn. Oi, oi, oi. Come on, then. You’re not havin’ one yourself, then? You heard from the school, then, didn’t you? Down you go. Good night, lads. See you, Karen. Great work. Have a good weekend. Oh, Karen, here’s the new recruit. Employment office is up top. Quinn, how are you, mate? Have you been smoking? What’s wrong? Quinn… what is it? You’ve got something you want to show me. You know what it says. Scholarship was worth… £3,000 a year. We don’t have that sort of money. Karen? What? Got a problem at number 4. Jess says he’s hit some sort of a void.”
“Oh, that bitch hasn’t a clue to what she’s doing. Hey… Quinn. And what brings you to the arsehole of the world. Ha. Here. Why don’t you go inside and have a wee look? I know it’s still– well, I covered it. What– Quinn! Damn it, Jess! It’s unsafe conditions! Here. Let’s look at this void. It’s unsafe! I’m just going to wash your eyes out, okay? No, no. We’ve got to do this fast. Open your eyes. Open them up. Open them. Oh. Give me that. Get in! Come here! Come on! Come on!”
