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Lawrence of Arabia / Ted Boynton

Film Reviews | January 24, 2008 | Comments (55)


Let us forego for a moment the usual critical plaudits used to recommend a film such as Lawrence of Arabia. Make no mistake, they all apply: sweeping, epic, grandeur, masterpieceLawrence of Arabia is an icon of desert adventure films and is at least partially responsible for a string of mimicking flops such as Cleopatra. The depth of this film should not be lost, however, in accolades directed merely to its surface brilliance. Lawrence of Arabia was also a remarkable achievement in terms of its challenge to the reigning Anglocentric historical hierarchy, its self-effacing commentary on the use of media to color historical fact, and its cultural sensitivity regarding Arabs, not to mention an expansive view of what it means to be a masculine heroic figure.

Creative tension invariably arises when a filmmaker attempts a historical biography, as narrative and dramatic demands collide with the glum reality that even the most exciting lives are largely made up of drab moments of routine. This tension sharpens with more obscure figures, when, as a practical matter, the director can take more liberties because of audiences’ lack of familiarity with the story, while at the same time he is more subject to such deviations being viewed as a cheat because of the relative lack of that same familiarity. In any event, rarely does a historical biography hit theatres without a round of grousing about the creative liberties taken with the subject matter — one need only review the Pajiba comment thread for Elizabeth: The Golden Age to observe this phenomenon.

The issues raised in such films are a central feature of David Lean’s Lawrence of Arabia, a sweeping 1962 desert epic in which Lean tackled the remarkable military career of Thomas Edward (T.E.) Lawrence, a callow but extraordinarily gifted lieutenant in the British army in World War I, serving in what was then known simply as “Arabia” to most of the world. Lawrence, a brilliant and charismatic man with a deep sympathy for the Arab peoples and their long struggle for meaningful self-rule, united the fractured Arab tribes allied with Great Britain and led their fighters against the Turkish military of the Ottoman Empire, an ally of Germany. With Lawrence of Arabia, Lean created an unprecedented technical achievement and a bracing, gorgeous epic while also turning the historical-accuracy argument on its ear, intentionally magnifying Lawrence’s personality and behavioral traits and in the process igniting four decades of debate about Lawrence’s life and the British role in colonizing the Arabian peninsula in the early 1900s.

As pure cinema, Lawrence of Arabia is, quite simply, one of the finest achievements in film history. With the foundation of a compelling story and a fine dramatic script, Lean assembled a bravura cast of experienced actors for the complicated plot. When it came to casting the title lead, however, Lean threw in his lot with a virtually unknown Irishman named Peter O’Toole. Lean proceeded to shoot one of the most beautiful pictures ever put to film, with O’Toole delivering a performance for the ages. Shot in 70mm Super Panavision, the film is uncompromising in its scope, using a wide 2.20:1 aspect ratio to capture the sweeping expanse of the Arabian desert, vivid yet stark, harsh yet beautiful.

Beyond the grandeur of Lean’s vision, however, the film presents a fascinating take on the political aspects of Great Britain’s relationship with her Arabian tribal allies circa 1917 — a direct and cynical analysis that remains fresh in 2008 as a symbol of subsequent empire-building in the region. Lean’s honest depiction of British ambition and paternalistic oppression was nearly unprecedented in mainstream Anglo media in 1962, though he laid blame on all sides for the Arabs’ inability to create and maintain a viable unified state, sparing no one — certainly not the squabbling Arab leaders, nor his protagonist Lawrence.

Following an establishing framing device, the film spends nearly its entirety tracking Lawrence’s path in Arabia, beginning with his initial assignment to assist British intelligence in advising the Arab military. Lawrence’s subtle intellect and keen grasp of Bedouin culture quickly gain the trust of Prince Faisal of Iraq, played by Alec Guinness, who is the closest facsimile of a leader available to the fractious Arab tribes. Faisal leads an amorphous mob of an army, composed of a shifting membership of irregular cavalry that is no match for modern Turkish artillery and machine guns.

Against the wishes of his superiors, who advise Faisal to retreat after a recent military defeat, Lawrence counsels Faisal to attack Aqaba, a Turkish naval hub heavily defended by sea but lightly defended on land. Aqaba lies across the wide Nefud Desert, which the Bedouin consider uncrossable by camel or horse, and the Turks expect no Arab attack by land. Accompanied by Faisal’s kinsman, tough-as-nails Sherif Ali (Omar Sharif), Lawrence leads a small group of Bedouin fighters in an arduous trip across the desert. During the journey, Lawrence displays such courage, toughness and loyalty to the Bedouin that he gains not just their respect but their admiration.

Once across the desert, Lawrence is quickly tested again, when a confrontation arises between Lawrence’s Bedouin allies and a local chieftain, Auda (Anthony Quinn), whom the Turks regularly bribe to remain neutral. Lawrence’s unique combination of shrewd diplomacy and charismatic directness win over Auda, however, allowing Lawrence to combine two Arab military forces. Lawrence leads the combined tribal forces to a stunning victory at Aqaba, capturing a port by which the British can re-supply the Arab fighters and birthing the legend of Lawrence of Arabia.

Quickly promoted by the British for his victory, Lawrence becomes a trusted counselor of Faisal and a key British operative. With money and equipment from the British army, the Arabs in Lawrence’s command wage a guerilla war against the Turks, blowing up trains and stealing Turkish money and arms, with Lawrence gaining fame among both Arabs and British military. During the campaign, his friendship with Ali becomes akin to brotherhood, particularly after Lawrence is captured and tortured by the Turks, then rescued by Ali. Lawrence’s and Ali’s comradeship provides much of the film’s most insightful cultural interaction; indeed, Lawrence’s close relationship with Ali is a moving reminder that while race is skin-deep, humanity goes to the bone, and O’Toole and Sharif seem to share a preternatural bond as actors.
The second half of the film focuses on Lawrence’s relationship with his adopted culture and his growing understanding of and fear of himself and his impact on the Arabs’ future. Lean’s genius shines as the complex nature of Lawrence emerges and the thematic elements raised during the first two hours are visited with stunning force on the characters.

Throughout the film, O’Toole’s iconic visage dominates the screen, robed in gold-trimmed white native dress after his acceptance by the Bedouin, with piercing blues eyes and a striking, angelic profile. Lawrence takes on the mantle of a messiah to the Bedouin, repeatedly behaving as an invulnerable, invincible savior of the Arabian military. Lean presents this aspect of Lawrence as both admirable and abominable by turns, at once heroic and narcissistic, as in his exchange with an American reporter following the victory at Aqaba.

REPORTER: They hope to gain their freedom. LAWRENCE: They’re going to get it … I’m going to give it to them.

Facile modern analysis might critique Lean’s film for casting a blond Englishman as the savior of the Arab people. Lean firmly erases any doubt, however, that Lawrence is in fact such a savior. In one beautifully shot scene, the camera follows Lawrence’s shadow as he prances along the tops of the railway cars after blowing up a Turkish military train, silhouetted in the sunlight against the sand, epitomizing a preening, capering egotist. Later, as a British officer recounts Lawrence’s successes to British General Allenby, Lean provides a telling exchange. Describing the high regard of the Arabs for Lawrence, the officer states, “They think he’s a kind of prophet,” to which Allenby responds, “They do, or he does?”

True to this messianic identity crisis, the film’s ultimate and central theme is betrayal, and Lawrence’s elevation in standing and impossibly high self-regard create the tableau by which Lean can complete his skewering of British foreign policy; even when well-meaning, Western intervention cannot help but bring harm. Indeed, Lean’s portrayal of Lawrence can be read as a more general commentary on the good intentions and fantastic capabilities of the West and in particular Great Britain and the United States — like Lean’s protagonist, brilliantly powerful and resourceful, yet ridiculously narcissistic and confident to the point of supreme arrogance. Throughout the film, Lawrence struggles with conflicting feelings of all-powerful victory and incapacity, love and mercy set against bloodlust.

Delving deeper into the film’s structure, one of the most remarkable aspects of Lawrence of Arabia is the manner in which it wears potential flaws as strengths. For decades, commenters on the film have expressed strong qualms regarding its historical inaccuracies, which are numerous. Lean tweaks the nature of Lawrence’s relationships with various figures and the timing and importance of certain events — in particular, there is little historical indication that T.E. Lawrence experienced the mammoth struggle over the juxtaposition of a deep-held belief in mercy and love and a strong bloodlust and thirst for revenge. Lawrence’s leadership of the Arabian Council following a great victory at Damascus, as well as Prince Faisal’s relationship with the Council, is also highly fictionalized.

Far from a weakness, however, these alterations transform an intriguing but ultimately unavailing thread in Arab history into high drama and a commentary on the nature of altruism, love, and hubris. Lean himself declares his intentions right in the film as he implicitly comments on his own filmmaking approach. Lean utilizes the narrative device of an American reporter sent to Arabia to find an “adventurous” character among the British in their fight against the Turks, with the ultimate intention of writing newspaper stories to romanticize the conflict and draw the United States into the war. Lean interposes the reporter as a wink and a nod to the viewer: I know I’m taking liberties with this character and these events — I’m romanticizing them to make a point, as well as to sweep you up.

There is also a potentially cruel irony in the selection of a famous English thespian, Alec Guinness, to play the primary Arab authority figure in a film about British interference in Arab self-rule. Don’t believe for a second, however, that Lean didn’t perceive the issue. It would have been easy to cast Omar Sharif in this role and go with a lesser-known, more ethnically consistent actor in the role of Ali, but again it is the content of Lean’s character and not the color of his actors’ skin that must inform our judgment.

Lean’s portrayal of the Arab leaders and soldiers is admiring, sympathetic, and diverse. The Arab leaders are presented as keenly intelligent yet fiercely proud, noble of spirit but far too sensitive to perceived slights, which, from Lean’s perspective, renders their nation too weak to coalesce and forestall British empirical ambitions. Guinness’ soft-spoken, insightful Prince Faisal understands his people’s limitations as he tries in vain to utilize their strategic importance to gain substantial improvements in their lot through British aid. In one scene he apologizes to Lawrence for his soldiers’ inability to comprehend the notion of airplanes dropping bombs on them; later he surprises the British command by outing their secret agreement with France to subjugate Arabia following the expulsion of the Turks. Omar Sharif gives a masterful performance as Lawrence’s closest friend, Ali, a man born and trained for the challenges of ruling the desert but caught in the dying of an age and learning to move in the murky world of international affairs. In stark contrast, Anthony Quinn’s Auda is presented as a puffed-up, self-interested sharpster, a greedy politician as far away as it is possible to be from Faisal’s noble cares and Ali’s awakening political conscience, yet he is no naïve savage.

The film also provides an intriguing, if ultimately West-centric, allegory for Arab self-rule. Following a fleeting moment of military triumph, Lawrence leads the Arab army into Damascus, where the tribes immediately commence arguing over whose fault it is that the telephones and electricity won’t work. Throughout the film the petty squabbling of Arab commanders repeatedly prevents them from pressing strategic advantages and securing sufficient protection from foreign interference. This view is tempting for Westerners, though its derogatory nature ignores the role of outside forces in pitting Arab leaders against each other.

Throughout the film, flaws are converted to strengths. Peter O’Toole is generally marvelous, but he is first and foremost a stage actor in a film where the story focuses on him in nearly every scene, and his theatrical training makes for some frightening mugging in places. Lean turns this potential problem into a major strength, however, as Lawrence is supposed to be something of a madman, and O’Toole’s larger-than-life presence becomes an integral part of the character. In other words, O’Toole’s innate hamminess appropriately makes Lawrence appear all the batshit-crazier.

Closing non sequitur: Much has been made over the years of the homoerotic undertones of Lean’s film, focusing on the overt expressions of male love as an implicit commentary by Lean on Lawrence’s alleged homosexuality. If Lawrence was gay, then great — that might be a worthy dramatic subject in itself, but I just don’t see it in the film. Ali’s tears over Lawrence’s safety and declarations of love; Lawrence’s physical tenderness with his orphaned male servants — this is the stuff of confident, mature male bonding, and the contrary speculation regarding Lean’s supposed subtext on Lawrence’s sexuality smacks of elementary school elbowing. As a famous French race car driver once said of men holding hands: “Eet eez uh sign of fwrundsheep in mohst couwntwries.” Let us not be the Ricky Bobbys of film criticism.

Ted Boynton is a dedicated sot who would leave his barstool only to stalk Whit Stillman, if anyone could find Whit Stillman. Ted also manages to hold down a job and a wife, three hours each per day, whether they need it or not. Readers may scold, hector, admonish or taunt Ted by e-mailing him at thecarygrantrules@hotmail.com.


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Comments

Great review!

I resisted Lawrence of Arabia for a long time, but eventually had the good fortune to see the restored 70mm print it in a theater, and it was worth every minute. Even if the storyline doesn't get you, the pure artistry of the cinematography is enough to make it a great movie.

At the time, my interest was piqued by the whole Lawrence-was-gay theme (I was in the throes of a MA in sexuality studies; too post-modern for my own good), but I agree with Ted that it is not a theme of the film, no matter that it may have been true of the actual, historical Lawrence.

Yes, O'Toole does do some mugging in this one, but overall he is excellent. A few years ago, he received a Lifetime Achievement Oscar and his speech was one for the ages. He was everything that you wish a movie star really was, charming and funny, humble yet completely convinced of his own self-worth; it was one of those rare moments that make sitting through the entire telecast worth. Also, given in a classic tuxedo. You'd expect no less from such a remarkable Brit.

Posted by: courtney at January 24, 2008 8:36 AM

Well done, Sir. I've regularly avoided this film because the bits and pieces I've seen were so darn confusing. Now with wide-screen TV's it may be about time to grab some popcorn, dim the lights and enjoy (maybe even contemplate the beginnings of our current Middle-Eastern mess).

Posted by: duane at January 24, 2008 8:38 AM

"...a remarkable achievement in terms of its challenge to the reigning Anglocentric historical hierarchy, its self-effacing commentary on the use of media to color historical fact, and its cultural sensitivity regarding Arabs...."

*cough* *cough* yes, yes, and also, a chance to see these Arabs in a setting in which, you know, they are not completely strapped in C-4 or, directing planes into high rise buildings...

Ah, ah! see what I did there? yeah...BAM!

allah'u ackbar a Pajabitches.

Posted by: BarbadoSlim at January 24, 2008 8:54 AM

Great review indeed! This is probably the one movie I think about when I see a CGI heavy contemporary "epic" that simply doesn't work. Somehow David Lean was able to accomplish a great work of art, both technically and dramatically, without the aid of a single computer. They don't make them like this anymore!

Yeah, yeah: I sound like an old fogey. This is that kind of movie for me.

Posted by: Armando at January 24, 2008 9:18 AM

Now this is a classic I can get behind. Probably the best non-fiction movie ever made, and certainly the best "white guy among the natives" movie. Dances with Wolves and The Last Samurai fall so short of Lawrence it's actually a little embarassing. It truly sets a standard that I don't think will ever be matched. It has incredible cinematography, great dialogue, a timeless story, and a brilliant character study.

My favorite moment? The whole damn movie. But my favorite favorite moment: "We've taken Aqaba." And the whole room shuts up.

Posted by: Todd at January 24, 2008 9:25 AM

Great review. I confess, I've never seen this movie from the beginning. I always seem to catch it from the point where he's gone back across the desert to fetch someone who was left behind, and then the other Arabs burn his British clothing and give him robes instead. I am always intrigued by the next scene where he rides off on a camel and then plays with his new clothes, by floating the robes around and seeing their shadows in the sand. It's exactly what I would have done, only I'm a girl.

Posted by: BWeaves at January 24, 2008 9:34 AM

I... freaking... LOVE this movie. Great review, as well.

Posted by: S.K. at January 24, 2008 10:04 AM

Courtney: As Ted points out in his review, Peter O'Toole is not a Brit, he's Irish (and yes, there is a difference).

Interesting aside: there has been a long-standing story in my family that my paternal grandfather is a second cousin of T.E. Lawrence (Lawrence's father having been one of the landed gentry of Westmeath in the midlands of Ireland, but it when it was spoken of, it was in great shame because despite his work in the Middle East, he was still a member of the British Army and frankly in my grandfather's time that was worse than being a pedophile.

Posted by: PaddyDog at January 24, 2008 10:18 AM

I had actually read Lawrence's autobiography "Seven Pillars of Wisdom" (and Edward Said's critique of it) before I watched the movie. I'm sorry to say that while the autobiography, albeit racist, is a great piece of literature (full of stream of consciousness, a la the other Lawrence of the 1920s, D.H.), the film does not match up to it.

Posted by: Emran at January 24, 2008 10:49 AM

definitely one for the big screen...... a beautiful movie.

Posted by: kikz at January 24, 2008 11:05 AM

Peter O'Toole and Omar Sharif?? Now THAT'S a movie I can enjoy. I hope to someday see this one on a big screen, never had the pleasure.

Posted by: Be Adequite! at January 24, 2008 11:14 AM

Sorry PaddyDog. I can't tell any foreigners apart if they ain't from Texas.

Posted by: courtney at January 24, 2008 11:29 AM

Courtney: That's okay, years ago (before moving to the US), I referred to a woman sitting beside me in a cafe as a Yank(it's what we called all US people in our innocence) and she gave me a half-hour lecture on how she was from Texas and "might have been a lot of things, but she was no Yank". I have never made the same mistake since.

Posted by: PaddyDog at January 24, 2008 11:32 AM

I have only seen bits and pieces of this film, but have never wanted to sit through it. Mostly because the only time I would have seen them is when I was little and football was on. Now I think I'll give it a chance. As far as any homo-erotic undertones go, I was raised in a family where it was okay to give Dad a kiss on the cheek. I did it often. And when I am with my guy friends I have no problem giving them a hug. As Mr. Boynton pointed out, it is simply something that mature men are capable of and should have no shame in doing. I have shed tears in front of my best friends and I am better for it.

Posted by: ScarletKnight at January 24, 2008 12:17 PM

I love this movie. I fell in love with Peter O'Toole in this movie, and as old and feeble as he may be now, I still love him. Lean told a beautiful, moving, epic story, gave it time to unfold, and did it all organically. If only today's film makers would take a look at a film like this and learn that they can tell a great story without the crazy quick cuts and slangy dialogue and CGI crap that clutters our screens today. Thanks again, Pajiba, for a great Classics week!

Posted by: dammitjanet at January 24, 2008 12:25 PM

"Aqaba. From the land."

Posted by: karstark at January 24, 2008 12:25 PM

Yeah...that was probably my Mom.

Texans are an overly proud people. Southerners would probably rile at being called Yankees as well, but Texans don't want to be lumped in with ANYONE, even people from the South or Southwest. We're just special like that.

Posted by: courtney at January 24, 2008 12:25 PM

Why is it not possible to see homosexuality AND confident, mature male bonding? I don't think the movie explicitly portrays Lawrence as gay, but I do think that we see him as emotionally separate from those around him, even from the beginning of the film. It's possible--and not implausible--to read homosexuality into that, and also to see that he had relationships that were not based on sex.

Regardless, I love this movie. It's quotable, it's beautiful, it's compelling, and it provides memorable characters. It may not be great biography, but it's a great movie.

Posted by: Kate at January 24, 2008 12:25 PM

This is one of those classics that I go back and revisit every few years and manage to come away with something new every time.

It isn't just the performances, which are great. O'Toole IS Lawrence. Guinness makes Faisal both a noble ruler and an extremely shrewd operator (it's my favorite of his major roles. That and "Havana."). Shariff exudes that tough guy cool that most modern "bad-azzes" just cannot channel.

And then there's Lean's cinematography. You felt the cold of the Russian steppes in Zhivago. But in Lawrence, you can't help but get thirsty. Those wide arid dunes become just as integral to the story as any character. In them, the small English lieutenant can remake himself into a larger than life hero and a legend.

Naturally, it can't help but end badly for all involved. Lawrence gets his legend, but can't live without it. Faisal gets his kingdom, but with "allies" that want to run it for him. Ali's world is destroyed and a new one arrives where he's no longer needed.

And somewhere in all of that, there's a lesson about well-meaning people, their intentions and a road paved to a hot place.

Epic movie.

Posted by: Fredo at January 24, 2008 12:31 PM

Can I just say: even if you ONLY go for the visuals, and completely ignore any level of deeper meaning... this is STILL a gem. It does things with visual scope that you'd never believe.

Posted by: karstark at January 24, 2008 12:33 PM

Paddydog, I am suprised she didn't say "she ain't no Yank" rather than the proper English "was no Yank." I know that's how I would have said it. I have traveled all through the south, never up north, but I do know this- if I had to move out of Texas I would be very, very sad. I love Mexican food too much (ie. Beer-Store Tacos, yes tacos from a beer-stores located right by BabyDolls). God I love Texas.

Posted by: Emily at January 24, 2008 12:42 PM

Emily (and Courtney): As I mentioned above, I was naive and didn't live in the US at the time. In retrospect, I'm surprised Courtney's mother didn't whip out a 12 gauge and do a lot more than lecture me. You can imagine my shock the first time I actually went to Texas (coming from a country where even the cops aren't allowed to carry firearms) when I was asked to "leave my gun at coatcheck" when I entered a restaurant. I'll give you that the tacos are delicious.

Posted by: PaddyDog at January 24, 2008 1:10 PM

Great review! I think my favorite scene is where "Awrence" meets Ali and tells him "my name is for my friends". (I think that's the context, I haven't seen this in a while). I thought that was such a pretentious thing to say, and I was so amazed that Ali was able to overlook it and be so loyal to Lawrence. I also appreciated the Sasha Baron Cohen quote at the end!

Posted by: Agente Provocatrice at January 24, 2008 1:15 PM

This movie is one of my favorites- it is beautiful and complex and consuming. The review is a lovely homage to the film, but I kind of thought I was reading Cliff Notes for a while. The review would have been just as spot-on and thorough without recapping the whole plot.

Posted by: Go Big Red at January 24, 2008 1:21 PM

I saw this sort of unwillingly when I was about 18 and as I had never heard anything about it except that my parents thought it was good, and I expected it to be sort of long and dull and grown up.

It blew me away. I bought the movie, watched it over and over, bought the soundtrack ... There's such a haunting reverence in Lean's depiction of the desert and such an intense desperation in O'Toole's eyes, and I'd never seen anything like it. The scene where the sun rises over the desert...just...I can't breathe.

Reporter: "What attracts you personally to the desert?"
Lawrence: "It's clean."

Love it.

Posted by: Catherine at January 24, 2008 1:32 PM

Man, but wouldn't it be sweet if they made a remake of this bitch with friggin' Will Smith and Dane Cook as a bumbling servant and fuckin' toss Cedric The Entertainer in there as some goofball Sultan, all pimped out and Jessica Alba as the hot-ass romanti...

Maybe I better shut up, in case some movie exec is reading this and says "hmmm... that could be box-office GOLD!".

Yes, a fine movie indeed... O'Toole's got some haunting eyes on him...

Posted by: Skittmimus Maximus at January 24, 2008 1:41 PM

I've always remembered this as one of my mom's favorite movies (along with Doctor Zhivago). I can see why she doesn't respect many modern movies. This film is the definition of epic. You can use your CGI all you want but you can never match or reproduce this kind of beauty and grandeur. Oh yeah, I love this movie.

Posted by: vadmspartan at January 24, 2008 1:49 PM

I disagree with whoever said upthread that this review reads like Cliff's Notes. I don't think it was too long, or that it included too many plot points. I thought it was beautifully written, Ted. I haven't seen this movie since I was 15 or 16, and your words were so vivid I could actually see it in my head, even after all this time. I really need to watch it again.

Posted by: Sarina at January 24, 2008 1:53 PM

I alwyas wondered about the connection between what Lawrence did and the state of the world as it has evolved to today.

Was it actually Lawrence who taught them terrorism?

Posted by: Odnon at January 24, 2008 2:05 PM

One man's terrorist is another man's freedom fighter, see Mandela, Nelson.

Also, I don't want to start something pissy here but "them"?

Posted by: PaddyDog at January 24, 2008 2:31 PM

Well without Lawrence helping out the Arabs it would seem doubtful that they would have been able to defeat the Ottomans who had earlier successfully beaten back direct British attacks at the Bosphorus and Gallipoli. So without his help defeating the Ottoman Empire would have been more difficult. Of course Ottoman influence was replaced by British and French influence. They in turn created Jordan, Iraq, Palestine, Lebanon, Syria. You could say the whole Arab-Israeli mess originated in the aftermath of WWI.

The Arabs under Lawrence were taught guerrilla tactics that emphasized Arab strengths. Hit and run type stuff, I don't know if you could call that terrorism.

Posted by: vadmspartan at January 24, 2008 2:54 PM

Or you could say the whole Arab-Israeli mess started with colonialism.

Posted by: PaddyDog at January 24, 2008 3:02 PM

Paddydog, I understand the gun comment completely. Haha, guns... If I told my dad that some countries don't allow their cops to carry guns he would probably think I was lying. My mom can remember going to school (in a little pissant town that literally only has one red light, actually it might just be one of those blinking lights) and the boys having guns in their gun racks, conveniently located in the back of their truck. My dad actually had a shotgun behind the seat of his truck. Funny story- it broke to hell when he shot at a coyote while we were going up our drive-way. God, until I put that down to pen and paper I guess it never truly hit me how trashy my family is. Gotta love them though.

Posted by: Emily at January 24, 2008 3:10 PM

Agreed.

Posted by: vadmspartan at January 24, 2008 3:13 PM

Yeah, sorry about the "them". I realized it as soon as I submitted.

Posted by: Odnon at January 24, 2008 3:17 PM

Odnon: I had a feeling you weren't going down that path so I'm glad I didn't enter into one of my rants. But you do bring up a fascinating topic which would make a great Pajiba thread.

Posted by: PaddyDog at January 24, 2008 3:22 PM

"NO PRISONERS!"

Posted by: Arkansan at January 24, 2008 3:34 PM

Thank you, thank you, thank you. My favorite movie ever.

I'm probably unique in my generation in that Alec Guinness will forever be Prince Faisal to me, not Obi-Wan Kenobi. "The English have a great hunger for desolate places. I fear they hunger for Arabia."

Posted by: june at January 24, 2008 4:58 PM

Thank you for choosing it for your Classics week. I absolutely love this movie, but resist buying the DVD. I would need a private theater with THX sound and 70mm screen to properly showcase it. Unless I win the lottery, that's not gonna happen.

Another thing about this movie--Arabs are humans, flaws and all. They can be loyal, thoughtful and brave, but also mercenary, vengeful, and ignorant. None of that hymn-singing nonwhites serving as mere backdrop for the (white) hero. Hollywood movies about the civil rights era are prone to that.

Posted by: True_Blue at January 24, 2008 6:17 PM

The first time I ever saw this movie was in its full 70mm glory during the Summer Classics Series at a local theater. I had a hideous cold that day, and didn't want to go in the first place, and I have never been madder at my dad than when he said, "Look, honestly, I don't how bad you feel -- you HAVE to see this movie."

But goddamn if he wasn't right. Everything about it, the story, the images, the man himself, stuck with me for days.

Also, my dad has a story for every occasion, and his post-Lawrence of Arabia story is one of my favorites. Apparently, just after T.E. Lawrence had completed the first draft of The Seven Pillars of wisdom, he went in a cab to take it to his publisher's, and accidentally left it in the taxi. It was the only copy, and he had to re-write the ENTIRE book from memory. I get cheesed off when I lost a paragraph of an essay, so I can't even imagine how that felt for him.

Posted by: Smithy at January 24, 2008 7:12 PM

Ugh, typos, sorry.

Posted by: Smithy at January 24, 2008 7:15 PM

I love this movie, and, in particular, Peter O'Toole's performance in it. It's the kind of theatrical hamminess that works. Just watch him in this and then in Venus. The man has such a range.

Posted by: Brooke at January 24, 2008 7:15 PM

My parents used to watch this movie so often that growing up I believed the only movies in the world were Disney, James Bond, Lawrence of Arabia, Casablanca, The Maltese Falcon, The Princess Bride, and The Scarlet Pimpernel. While I gladly watched all the others (well, abridged versions of Bond since Dad always sent my sister and I to brush our teeth for bed at key moments), I scoffed at their enduring love for Lawrence. I used to roll my eyes and say the only good thing about the movie was the interval.

That was until I watched it. And I then understood what a truly magnificent film it was. And I wondered at my Dad's restraint at not just smacking my childish insolence out of me. But he understood that things are better when you discover them on your own somehow and he let me discover Lawrence "on my own" to a degree. I've seen it numerous times since and it always moves me to tears, to cheers, and to that sort of deep-rooted awestruck silence that renders breathing disruptively loud.

I love this movie. Thank you for the thoughtful review, Ted.

Posted by: VampireNomad at January 24, 2008 7:52 PM

subjectivity is what this is all about. i didn't see any reason to comment but the unanimity got to me. while there was much to admire about the movie, i found it ultimately tedious and far too long. similarly, while there is much to admire about the review, it almost matched the film in length.i guess i am the only pajiba fan that found " lawrence of arabia " to be a bore.

Posted by: snake at January 24, 2008 10:54 PM

So, once again, Classics Week has bitchslapped me with the realisation that there are so, so many movies out there that I should be ashamed of myself for never having watched that it really isn't funny. Thanks for that.

In all seriousness though, I love Classics Week - I look forward to picking up everything on DVD, commandeering the front room from my housemates, and sitting in awe.

Posted by: Dill The Devil at January 25, 2008 6:13 AM

I need to first find enough time to see Lawrence of Arabia, and also in theaters. It comes during the summer every to my local art house theater down the street.
And Peter O' Toole better get something for his amazing work in movies!

Posted by: Kamakazi Feminist at January 25, 2008 11:24 AM

I grew up watching Lawrence...My father's favorite film EVER. I remember being a toddler and and being just about damn near enraptured by the music. As a pre-teen I had a debilitating crush on peter and omar. Being that it was the height of the NKOTB it kinda made me come off as a little weird. I watched anything with peter o'toole in it over and over.


The first thing dad did when he got his first big screen tv was set up the surround sound and we watched, not football, but lawrence, bladerunner then all the first star wars movies.


emily, you mention tacos and beer next to baby dolls, are you from houston?

Posted by: burrito goddess at January 25, 2008 1:01 PM

My mother was working concessions in a movie theater when this came out. She said it was shown with an intermission after one of the long desert-crossing scenes, with the result that everyone in the theater would race out to get cold drinks.

Posted by: SometimesY at January 25, 2008 7:48 PM

SometimesY, David Lean insisted that an opening overture and a mid-film intermission, both with music, be part of the actual film, and they are presented in full in the DVD as well. Tres cool.

Posted by: Ted Boynton at January 26, 2008 4:09 AM

As Emran said, the books that preceded the movie are well worth checking out.

I recommend reading Robert Graves' excellent Lawrence and the Arabs if you can get a hold of a copy. Graves knew Lawrence personally and really gives the reader a glimpse of how smart, introspective and ornery the man was; all of which makes him more fascinating

Posted by: imk at January 26, 2008 1:49 PM

Another fan am I. I still recite Ada Abu's speech to Lawrence

"The Turks pay me a golden treasure, but I am poor, because I am a river to my people!"

Posted by: Filloaks at January 27, 2008 5:43 PM

It's been a long time since I've seen Lawrence, so my memory for detail is fuzzy. From what I recall, though, one of the main sources of the gay subtext was the scene where Lawrence is captured and held by some military higher-up of unremembered (by me) provenance. This fellow is gay in the way that gay men were often depicted -- a lisping sadist.

He begins to torture Lawrence, then stops and hints that there's a way for Lawrence to escape further pain. He walks through the door to his private quarters, but leaves the door slightly ajar. Brief linger on the open door, then on Lawrence's face, then scene.

Lawrence shows up in the following scene largely unhurt, leading the viewer to believe he accepted the offer. Here's where I think a generational view might make a critical difference -- a 1962 audience may have taken this as an "indictment" of Lawrence's sexuality, while a 2008 audience might take a more expansive view of the situation. It wasn't necessarily a choice between pain and pleasure, but in all probability an avenue to escape further pain.

Thanks, sansho1, that interpretation is reasonable; I will say, however, that after the door-ajar moment, Lawrence was clearly beaten quite a bit more. When Ali picks Lawrence up from the muddy street and takes him to the hills to nurture him back to health, Lawrence says something along the lines of, "I tried to tell them who I am to stop the beatings, but they wouldn't believe me." There was clearly a lot of torture after the beating scene closed, because we never actually see Lawrence try (unsuccessfully) to confess. But this type of discussion is why these films are fun. Thanks for checking in with an intriguing thought. tb

Posted by: sansho1 at January 27, 2008 7:12 PM

Thanks for filling in the gaps in my recollection, Ted -- it's high time I saw Lawrence again.

Posted by: sansho1 at January 28, 2008 7:52 AM

This is how I was introduced to the film: My mother engrossed and crying silently in our dark living room while the credits rolled down. I was intrigued and taken-aback that my mother, who usually scoffs at movies, was wiping copious tears. At dinner, she recommended the movie fanatically, even insisting to watch it after we eat.

It is epic, sweeping and thoroughly enjoyable. My 16-year old heart didn't quite understand the politics in the movie, but it's exotic local and intrigue kept me on my seat. I've since watched it with mature eyes and understand my mother's heartache.

I think together with Breakfast at Tiffany's, I'll have to arrange classic movie night at my house.

Posted by: carrie at January 28, 2008 11:49 AM

I've been meaning to watch this movie recently, but I was worried it would be boring at parts - it is of course very very long. Today, after the afternoon and before the evening I just thought "hey, I should watch LOA now". I didn't find it at all boring, even after coming to the realization that it is a lot later in the night than I thought it was. It was entrenching, an exellent watch.

Posted by: Pirate at March 11, 2008 9:20 PM