Lawrence of Arabia
My girlfriend told me she wished people would wear their Sunday best when going to the movies, like they used to. That’s what the opening blank screen of the film was telling me. Sitting in a room, and staring a black screen while listening to bombastic orchestral what-have-you is about as direct a metaphor to old money vs. new money as you can get. Lawrence of Arabia is the kind of old world film-making that I wish we still did. Several components are necessary for me to say this.
- Quotability. This is an eminently quotable movie. “The trick is not minding it hurts” is not only a great character defining quote, but also a narrative thread starter which will remain relevant throughout. These days, dialogue is birthed leaning towards realism and a smooth conversational stride. This movie butt****s that idea to the stratosphere and has each character lay down lines like they carry around their own speechwriters who feed them finely crafted quotes all day long. I’m pretty sure when T.E. Lawrence orders a sandwich he’s met with the sickest cashier coronation the sandwich world has ever seen.
- Music(of a certain kind). There’s a scene where T.E. is walking in the desert after meeting the prince, contemplating his grand move. He’s being followed by the two kids, and the score swells with emotion. The visual is basic, and low key: T.E. on a nightly stroll through the desert, determined to crack it’s code and prove his mettle with the prince, along with his own command. Minus dialogue, or action, it’s coupled with a short score that hits all emotional notes. The music was his inner monologue; and his thoughts (no doubt grand and sweeping) were conveyed with a grand, sweeping score. It was odd, perfect, and fresh. I love me some Hans Zimmer, but sometimes his score’s feel like their epic on the cheap. Same goes for so many film scores these days. Lawrence of Arabia has the type of score you can place on repeat in the background while you’re creating the next Great American anything.
- The art of the set-piece. This damned movie is about the desert and we need to know what that feels like. How can you conquer within a vast expanse of dry death? Long shots own the day. Often, T.E. was introduced to the scene as a dot in the distance, walking, eventually, towards the camera into existence. The various clans needing to be united (by a white man, this just can’t be ignored) bring epic into the equation because there really are a lot of them! The latter of these is over-used throughout the history of “epic battle scene” kind of movies, yet, swaths of CGI warriors colliding into each other rarely imparts an epic feeling with the audience, while a 10 minute sequence of T.E. trekking across the desert will have me using “epic” in this review an epic number of times.
Given all this gushing over greatness I’m expected to gush over, I have to say that there is an
epic failure in marrying the two halves of this story. There’s just under 2.5 hours before the intermission, and it felt like the first half of a story without overstaying its welcome. Those 2.5 hours paid respect to the process of building an epic character playing part in a world at war. Then, within 15 minutes, the second half of the movie decided that steady progression of character development was for bitches, so lets just dive into: Torture→Screw this→"But no!"→ I’m forever lonely in my greatness, dude.
The delicacy used to craft Lawrence in the first half was contrasted by the roughshod hop-scotch of his emotional arc in the second half. He goes from devoutly followed leader to arrogant bastard to tortured soul in the span of 30 minutes. ****. That. ****. All those things were true to character, but were jumped to like they needed to be gotten out of the way so the story could be finished, because a 4 hour movie is bad juju, I guess.
Aside from that. And that’s a big ****ing aside, this is a beautiful movie made brilliant by the fact that I’d go gay for Peter O’toole. Old school Peter O’Toole. Not the later years Peter O’Toole, you ****ing savages.
Random notes:
- ”My name is for my friends” is a pimp retort
- The kids are legit terrible. They were the only thing that reminded me this was a movie made half a century ago.
- The bit of British Soldiering by the general in the scene where T.E. explained how he enjoyed killing worked brilliantly. The second go around in Jerusalem, not so much.
- The scene at the Suez canal, with T.E. being asked “Who are you!” from across the river was great in that lesser movies would have had him respond, likely with a cliche line. This just lets the question linger. Pro.
- Apparently women didn’t exist in 1916
Last edited by Thug Bubbles; 12-23-2013 at 07:09 PM.