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Lawrence of Arabia (1962)
Lawrence of Arabia (1962) is the filmic retelling of Britishman
T. E. Lawrence's heroic, autobiographical account of his own
Arabian adventure, published in "The Seven Pillars of Wisdom"
(originally published with the title Revolt in the Desert). The
cinematic "men's film" (with first-time screenwriter Robert
Bolt's screenplay) is a superb character study of a compelling
cult hero, who exhibits homo-erotic tendences in his
relationship with Arab blood brother Sherif Ali (Omar Sharif), a
dark personal nature, and an obsession with Arabia itself.
The beautiful masterpiece (accompanied by a superb score from
Maurice Jarre) is thought by many to be director David Lean's
best (even topping The Bridge on the River Kwai (1957)), with
its Super Panavision 70 mm scope, magnificent color
cinematography and poetic imagery of the desert captured within
a spectacular epic story of a larger-than-life, idealistic
adventurer. The Arabian desert functions as a majestic backdrop
and metaphysical land for Lawrence's exploits.
The film conveys the enigmatic, complex life and exploits of an
eccentric, rebellious, desert-loving, messianic, Oxford-bred
British Army officer/Welsh-man (repeatedly referred to as an
"Englishman"), who aids the Arabian Bedouins against the Turks
(allies of Germany) during World War I. His extraordinary
knowledge of the politics and culture of the Mideast allows him
to organize the various, willful Arab tribes to repel enemies of
the British.
The film focuses on four major events in Lawrence's life - told
in flashback:
the glorious conquest of the key port of Aqaba
Lawrence's capture, torture, and rape in Deraa
the vicious "no prisoners" massacre at Tafas
the anti-climactic fall of Damascus, with an end to dreams of
unity
In 1962 when the film first opened, it was 222 minutes long, but
it was subsequently cut down by 35 minutes to 187 minutes, and
not restored to 217 minutes until 1989. [This was to satisfy
profit-seeking theater-owners who wanted additional showings of
the over-long film.] The film was budgeted at $12 million, and
had a box-office of over $20 million. The nearly four-hour long
film (without any female speaking roles) featured a star-studded
cast, with a virtually unknown, blue-eyed Irish Shakespearean
stage actor Peter O'Toole in his first starring role. [Both
Marlon Brando and Albert Finney were also considered for the
role.] The lead character is the heroic, contradictory,
uncrowned King of Arabia - T.E. Lawrence - a solitary,
masochistic adventurer (with confused sexuality) who
paradoxically wanted to be both extraordinary and ordinary. In
the end, his excessive arrogance and pushing of limits led to
his own downfall, and to his belief that he had failed in his
mission and duty.
This was a major award-winning film that received ten Academy
Award nominations and seven Academy Awards, including Best
Director, Best Picture, Best Color Cinematography (Freddie
Young), Best Color Art Direction/Set Decoration, Best Sound
(John Cox), Best Music Score (Maurice Jarre), and Best Film
Editing (Anne V. Coates). Its nominations for Best Actor (Peter
O'Toole, with his first of seven unsuccessful Oscar
nominations), Best Supporting Actor (Omar Sharif), and Best
Adapted Screenplay (Robert Bolt) were unrewarded - O'Toole lost
to Gregory Peck for his performance in To Kill a Mockingbird
(1962).
The opening scene of the film is both a prologue and an
epilogue, depicting Lieutenant T. E. Lawrence's (Peter O'Toole)
death in mid-May of 1935. After the credits, Lawrence races his
motorcycle along an English country road. [The custom-made
motorcycle was a 'George VII' Brough Superior (Model SS100) with
a 998cc overhead valve engine - Lawrence nicknamed it Boanerges
or 'Son of Thunder'.] His daredevil face is alternately
illuminated and darkened - foretelling his own destiny - as he
passes through shadows cast by roadside trees. At the crest of a
hill, he brakes and swerves to avoid two bicyclists, losing
control and crashing his motorcycle into shrubbery - he
disappears off-screen. His riderless motorcycle hurtles through
the air and comes to rest with its rear wheel spinning. His eye
goggles hang lifelessly from a branch. The freakish, disastrous
motorcycle crash is fatal.
Following the mysterious accident, the camera pulls back from a
bronze bust of T. E. Lawrence 1888 - 1935, located in St. Paul's
Cathedral in London, where a memorial service is being held.
Colonel Harry Brighton (Anthony Quayle) offers his assessment of
Lawrence:
He was the most extraordinary man I ever knew.
The camera pans down the front of the Cathedral, where on the
steps, General Lord Allenby (Jack Hawkins) and then American
journalist Jackson Bentley (Arthur Kennedy) [in a role based
upon real-life reporter Lowell Thomas] are asked for a few words
by an agile reporter. In an informal eulogy, Bentley provides
two contrasting, contradictory views of the man and legend:
Allenby: What! More words! The revolt in the desert played a
decisive part in the Middle Eastern campaign.
Reporter: Yes, sir, but about Colonel Lawrence himself?
Allenby: No, no I didn't know him well, you know.
Reporter: Mr. Bentley. You must know as much about Colonel
Lawrence as anybody does.
Bentley: Yes. It was my privilege to know him and to make him
known to the world. He was a poet, a scholar, and a mighty
warrior. (As the reporter runs off for his next interview,
Bentley makes an aside to his companion.) He was also the most
shameless exhibitionist since Barnum and Bailey.
Another memory from one of the funeral-goers provides the
framework for a giant flashback to tell the story of Lawrence's
earlier life:
He had some minor function on my staff in Cairo.
At age 29, young Lawrence began his career in the British
headquarters in Cairo during World War I (January 1917), working
at a lowly desk job. He is disgruntled and uninterested in his
work as a military cartographer coloring maps, wanting only to
get involved in adventures out in the desert - where "Bedouin
Tribes Attack Turkish Stronghold." An exhibitionist, Lawrence
shows how he can snuff out a burning hot match with his fingers.
He also advises Corporal William Potter (Harry Fowler), who
tries to repeat the performance, about the masochistic trick:
Potter: Oh, it damn well hurts.
Lawrence: Certainly it hurts.
Potter: Well, what's the trick, then?
Lawrence: The trick, William Potter, is not minding that it
hurts.
Mr. Dryden (Claude Rains) of the Arab Bureau proposes to General
Murray (Donald Wolfit) that the scholarly (educated at
Oxfordshire), dedicated, knowledgeable (about Arabian affairs)
but undisciplined Lawrence be assigned to special duty with a
transfer to Arabia. "He's of no use here in Cairo. He might be
in Arabia. He knows his stuff." Murray contemptuously notes the
"insubordinate," unmanly manner of Lawrence's nature - a subtle
hint of his fabled homosexuality. The mission to Arabia may
"make a man" of Lawrence, hardening him into a courageous,
heroic leader:
Murray: I can't make out whether you're bloody bad-mannered or
just half-witted.
Lawrence: I have the same problem sir.
Murray: ...You're the kind of creature I can't stand, Lawrence.
But I suppose I could be wrong. All right, Dryden. You can have
him for six weeks. Who knows? Might even make a man of him.
With subtle persuasion, Dryden negotiates for a longer stay of
three months. Lawrence is enthusiastic about his arduous mission
to Arabia: "Of course I'm the man for the job," he tells Dryden.
But then: "What is the job, by the way?" Lawrence's dangerous
mission is to "find Prince Feisal" (Alec Guinness), try to
acquire Feisal's support, and serve as an emissary/liasion
between the British and the Arabs. In Dryden's office, decorated
with artifacts including an alabaster Egyptian cat statue and a
painting of a golden sunrise, Dryden explains Lawrence's task.
He is to investigate the progress of the Arab Revolt against
Constantinople (Turkey) and to appraise the strength of the
fragmented Arab tribes for the British Political Bureau, at
Prince Feisal's encampment. [The primary goal of the British was
to keep the Turks - allied with the Germans in WWI - from
gaining control of the Suez Canal.]:
Dryden: Find out what kind of man he is [Prince Feisal]. And
find out what his intentions are. I don't mean his immediate
intentions. That's Colonel Brighton's business, not yours. I
mean, his intentions in Arabia all together...
Lawrence: Where are they now?
Dryden: Anywhere within three hundred miles of Medina. They are
Hashimite Bedouins. They can cross sixty miles of desert in a
day.
Lawrence: Oh thanks, Dryden. This is going to be fun.
Dryden: Lawrence. Only two kinds of creatures get fun in the
desert. Bedouins and gods, and you are neither. Take it from me.
For ordinary men, it's a burning, fiery furnace.
Lawrence (as he lights Dryden's cigar with a match): No, Dryden.
It's going to be fun.
Dryden: It is recognized that you have a funny sense of fun.
This time, after having received permission to go into Arabia,
Lawrence extinguishes the match by blowing it out rather than
painfully snuffing it between his fingers. The next
tangerine-colored scene - a long-shot view of the burning hot
Arabian desert at sunrise - is juxtaposed to the previous scene
by an abrupt cut, presenting the idea that Lawrence's
pleasurable masochism will now be displaced into the heated
political/military situation in Arabia.
The scene begins with an endless horizon above which the golden
desert sun slowly rises, first seen as a growing sliver of
bright light. On camelback for many days, Lawrence is led across
sweeping desert sand dunes by a nomadic Bedouin guide Tafas (Zia
Mohyeddin). He slowly learns Bedouin ways and how to swiftly
ride on his camel, his golden hair and tan clothing blending
into the natural sand-colored surroundings. At night under a
sparkling, star-studded sky, he assures Tafas that although he
is from England, he is unique and not fat like most
English-speaking people: "I am different."
En route at a Harith well at Masruh (belonging to a rival
Bedouin tribe), Tafas draws up water at the start of one of the
longest, most memorable screen entrances in film history. A dust
cloud and then a tiny speck appear through shimmering,
mirage-like heat waves on the desert horizon - Lawrence fears it
is "Turks." The ominous image, more mirage than real, steadily
enlarges and grows into a human being as it comes closer and
closer. Tafas, Lawrence's escort, is shot down in cold-blood by
the black-robed Bedouin for drinking at the well owned by a
rival tribe. Through this ugly, ferocious act of ancient Bedouin
tribal warfare, a fearless Lawrence is introduced to Sheik
Sherif Ali Ibn el Kharish (Omar Sharif):
Sherif: He is dead.
Lawrence: Yes. WHY?
Sherif: This is my well.
Lawrence: I have drunk from it.
Sherif: You are welcome.
Lawrence: He was my friend.
Sherif: That!
Lawrence: Yes. That.
Sherif: ...You are angry, English. He was nothing. The well is
everything. The Hasimi may not drink at our wells. He knew that.
Sa'lam.
Lawrence: Sherif Ali, so long as the Arabs fight tribe against
tribe, so long will they be a little people, a silly people,
greedy, barbarous, and cruel, as you are.
Sherif: Come, I will take you to Feisal.
Lawrence: I do not want your company, Sherif.
Sherif: Wadi Safra is another day from here. You will not find
it. And not finding it, you will die.
Lawrence: I will find it, with this. (He holds up his compass
which Sherif snags with his camel stick.)
Sherif: Good Army compass. How if I take it?
Lawrence: Then you would be a thief.
Sherif: Have you no fear, English?
Lawrence: My fear is my concern.
Sherif: Truly. God be with you, English.
Lawrence rides off alone, singing before a rock surface and
humorously listening for the echo:
...You could hear the girls declare. He must be a millionaire.
You can rumpty-tumpty-tumpty-tum. Te-tuttle-e-tum-te-tum-te-tum.
I'm the man who broke the bank at Monte Carlo.
On a rock ledge above him, Lawrence receives echoing applause
for his song from British Colonel Harry Brighton (Anthony
Quayle), who has been notified by Prince Feisal that he was
expected. According to Lawrence, his mission is to "appreciate
the situation." Colonel Brighton, Lawrence's ranking officer in
the desert, briefs him about the disarray among the demoralized
Arab tribes:
Lawrence: I have been seconded to the Arab Bureau.
Brighton: Oh. What are you to do for the Arab Bureau?
Lawrence: It's rather vague sir. I'm to 'appreciate' the
situation.
Brighton: Well, that won't be difficult. The situation's bloody
awful. The morale, if anybody had any, which I doubt, the Turks
knocked out of them in front of Medina with howitzers. They're
fading away by dozens every night. What I want to say to you is
this, that whatever you are, and whoever you're with, you're a
British-serving officer and here's an order. When we get into
that camp, you're to keep your mouth shut. Do you understand
what I'm saying?
Feisel's camp is under attack from the Turks. They are
interrupted by the sounds of explosions and Turkish bi-planes
flying overhead in an air-raid bombing attack on the camp.
Obviously indifferent to the needs of the Arabs, Brighton
explains why the primitive Arabs are so vulnerable and how they
ignored his suggestion to move south:
They simply will not understand what modern weapons do.
Out of the billowing black smoke, Lawrence appears almost as an
answer to the Prince's prayers. Demoralized and feeling
defeated, Feisal realizes his sword, and other long-standing,
archaic Arab methods of warfare, are powerless against the
modern weaponry from the air.
You understand, Lieutenant Lawrence, my people are unused to
explosives and machines. First the guns and now this.
The thousands of Bedouins are amassed and moved further south
for protection.
In a technically-accomplished scene in Feisal's tent, Sherif Ali
appears (viewed first from the waist down), where Lawrence and
British Colonel Brighton discuss with the wise and prophet-like
Prince Feisal how the British may help absorb the Arabs into the
British campaign. The primary objective of the British, however,
is to protect their interests at the Suez Canal, and not to
divert their attention toward assisting in the defense of the
Arabs and defeating the Turks at Aqaba:
Brighton: I want a decision, sir.
Feisal: You want me to fall back on the Yenbo.
Brighton: Well, you're not doing much good here, sir. I'm sorry
to rub it in, sir, but we can't supply you here.
Feisal: You could supply us through Aqaba.
Brighton: Aqaba? (laughs) Well, if you can get a hold of Aqaba
sir, of course we can supply you. But you can't.
Feisal: You could.
Brighton: You mean the Navy? The Turks have 12 inch guns at
Aqaba, sir. Can you imagine what that means?
Feisal: Yes, I can imagine.
Brighton: Put that out of your mind, sir. The Navy's got other
things to do.
Feisal (perceptively): Oh yes. Protecting the Suez Canal.
Brighton: The one essential sector of this front is and must be
the Canal. You can see that, sir, surely.
Feisal: I see that the Canal is an essential British interest.
It is of little consequence to us.
Brighton: I must ask you not to speak like that, sir. British
and Arab interests are one and the same.
Feisal: Possibly.
Sherif: Ha! Ha!
Brighton believes the Arab guerrilla tribes should retreat to
Yenbo because they need discipline, training by European
officers (and ultimately absorption into the regular British
forces), and equipment: "a modern rifle for every man." Instead,
Feisel demands "guns like the Turkish guns at Medina." Brighton
insists that the English must first teach the Bedouin to "fight
a modern, mechanized army." Although silenced by his military
superior for being a disloyal "traitor," young Lawrence is
sympathetic with Feisal's views and will not remain quiet. He is
allowed to speak his personal opinions in "Feisal's tent,"
expressing a "passionate" appreciation of the vastness of the
desert and the independent fighting spirit of the Arab tribes:
Lawrence: I think your book is right. The desert is an ocean in
which no oar is dipped. And on this ocean, the Bedouin go where
they please and strike where they please. This is the way the
Bedouin has always fought. You are famed throughout the world
for fighting in this way and this is the way you should fight
now.
Brighton: I don't know.
Lawrence: I'm sorry sir, but you're wrong. Fall back on Yenbo,
sir, and the Arab uprising becomes one poor unit in the British
army.
Lawrence remains with the soft-spoken Feisal after Brighton and
Sherif Ali leave the tent, and as they speak about the Arab
destiny in the face of Western warfare, the masts of the tent
creak as the wind blows. All too well, Prince Feisal understands
the imperialistic English hunger for Arab lands. "Desert-loving"
Lawrence has his own personal hungers for "desolate places":
Feisal: Colonel Brighton means to put my men under European
officers, does he not?
Lawrence: In effect my lord, yes.
Feisal: And I must do it because the Turks have European guns.
But I fear to do it. Upon my soul I do. The English have a great
hunger for desolate places. I fear they hunger for Arabia.
Lawrence: Then you must deny it to them.
Feisal: You are an Englishman. Are you not loyal to England?
Lawrence: To England, and to other things.
Feisal: To England and Arabia both? And is that possible? (He
walks right up close and looks into Lawrence's eyes.) I think
you are another of these desert-loving English...No Arab loves
the desert. We love water and green trees, there is nothing in
the desert. No man needs nothing. Or is it that you think we are
something you can play with because we are a little people? A
silly people, greedy, barbarous, and cruel? What do you know,
Lieutenant. In the Arab city of Cordova, there were two miles of
public lighting in the streets when London was a village...
Lawrence: Yes, you were great.
Feisal: ..nine centuries ago...
Lawrence: Time to be great again, my Lord.
Feisal: ...which is why my father made this war upon the Turks.
My father, Mr. Lawrence, not the English. Now my father is old.
And I, I long for the vanished gardens of Cordova. However,
before the gardens must come fighting. To be great again, it
seems that we need the English or...
Lawrence: ...or?...
Feisal: ...what no man can provide, Mr. Lawrence. We need a
miracle!
The camera follows Lawrence's footprints on the ripples of the
blowing desert dunes. As he wanders through the night and into
the morning light, he contemplates whether he will be the
messianic, god-like, miraculous savior of the Arabs. He
announces his decision to capture the Turkish garrison at the
port of Aqaba:
Aqaba. Aqaba, from the land.
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