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In it, you watch a man go mad as European empires destroy the Middle East on purpose.

It is not happy.

T. E. Lawrence (Peter O’Toole, terrifyingly young and beautiful) is seconded from his minor post in an office in Cairo to the Arab revolt against the Turks, under Prince Feisal (Alec Guinness). His companions in this are Sherif Ali (Omar Sharif), whom we meet when he shoots, sight unseen, a man drinking from one of his wells, and Harry Brighton (Anthony Quayle), who puts in a masterful performance as a stolid and unimaginative British soldier. There are some higher-ups about, as well: General Allenby (Jack Hawkins) and the éminence grise Mr. Dryden (Claude Rains, who incidentally lets you get from Humphrey Bogart to Orlando Bloom in three moves).

There to help you with the difficult bits is an American reporter (Arthur Kennedy), who asks Lawrence pertinent questions to which he can give dotty answers, and documents the whole spectacular swashbuckling thing.

And it is spectacular. Lawrence swans about in white robes, his followers achieve the impossible, and even the Army in Cairo gives grudging and then unstinting respect. Then of course it goes badly and the War barrels towards its close and we, Lawrence, and Harry watch Dryden mention a Mr. Sykes and a Mr. Picot and Feisal make one or two extremely cutting remarks and it is emotionally draining.

No expense was spared in the production and it is splendid. The soundtrack you have heard and it it is great. The film is slow, but this is not old-fashioned pacing; it is meant to convey the distances and the desperation. Nowadays Alec Guinness would not be cast as Prince Feisal nor Anthony Quinn as Auda; this is certainly some sort of victory but not necessarily a cinematic one. Sir Alec in particular is just really good in the role. He gets most of the best lines.

The story-telling is superb. It is surprisingly lacking in both moralizing and melodrama, but your sympathies are constantly shifting. Lawrence, from naïve but attractive, becomes horrible yet still compelling. Ali, who kills a man before you meet him, becomes in some ways the moral center of the piece. And Harry–watch Harry.

Stray observations:

  • What, in your opinion, do these people hope to gain from this war?” “They hope to gain their freedom. …Freedom.”
  • It is technically rated PG, but it is worse than that for anyone with a rudimentary imagination and sense of humanity.
  • Possibly I recommend breaking it over two days, both for convenience and palatability.
  • This is my favorite movie, and I think it is the best movie ever made.

Director: Sir David Lean
Rating: PG
Length: 216 minutes
Score: 5/5, but also unrateable

This movie is so David Lean-y. All striking vistas and cast of thousands and mannered, brutal conversation. That is not a complaint; Lawrence of Arabia is my favorite film.

As E. M. Forster novels go, A Passage to India is one of the good ones. That is: you don’t want to hit everyone in the face, and even those you do sometimes make good. (In Howards End, everyone needs to be hit in the face constantly, though in Where Angels Fear to Tread it’s just most of them most of the time.)

Miss Adela Quested (Judy Davis) goes to India with her prospective mother-in-law Mrs. Moore (Peggy Ashcroft) in order to find out if she actually wants to marry Ronny Heaslop (Nigel Havers), a fairly senior civil servant. Both women are disconcerted by the machinery of empire, and in an attempt to correct what they see as a lack of feeling on the part of the British presence in India, they arrange to go on an expedition to some remarkable caves with an English professor, Mr. Fielding (James Fox), a Muslim medical man, Dr. Aziz (Victor Banerjee), and a Hindu man of letters, Professor Godbole (Alec Guinness). There is then an incident, and the remainder of the film is an object lesson in how the mills of empire grind.

The adaptation is close, careful, and admirable. Some of Forster’s incisive awareness of how people work is lost, of course, as you can’t see into their heads. Otherwise, as you expect from David Lean, the movie, particularly in exteriors, looks splendid. The costumer managed to make Miss Davis, a lovely woman, appear plausibly plain and awkward. Of the cast, Dame Peggy is particularly excellent as Mrs. Moore, who is too old to have any patience with the pettiness of youth or of imperialism. There is a hint of over-acting from Mr. Banerjee, but his rôle involves the most acute drama, so perhaps this is to be expected.

I think, in a way, this was perhaps not the right film for David Lean to make. He treats it in the same way he treated T. E. Lawrence or a foolish Russian doctor a single camp on the Burma railway–a vast disaster through the lens of a few unhappy men. And that is not a wrong way to read A Passage to India. It easily becomes the tragedy of the Raj, because of course it is the tragedy of the Raj, but Forster, as always, is doing something both less and more universal than that. So I’ll dock a point.

Stray notes:

  • Roshan Seth was young once–did you know? And Art Malik is positively adolescent in this film.
  • Nigel Havers, though a classic funny-but-posh-looking Englishman, is too thin and too good-looking for Ronny.
  • I think they changed Fielding’s Christian name from “Cyril” to “Richard,” and I wonder why.

Director: David Lean
Rating: PG
Length: 164 min.
Score: 4/5.

Sir Alec Guinness was born 100 years ago this year, and my local slightly artsy cinema is doing a retrospective. Four comedies and Lawrence of Arabia, which I find a suspect selection, but they did a David Lean series last summer and no one wants to watch Bridge on the River Kwai again so soon.

Anyhow, they started with Kind Hearts and Coronets. Briefly, a young man, born of a mésalliance, does away with everyone between him and the dukedom, all eight of whom are played by Sir Alec. These range from the autocratic duke who is happy to watch poachers being flogged to a doddering old parson to the robust and hilarious suffragist Lady Agatha. He is brilliant in all eight parts and you should see this movie if you haven’t yet. I mean, it’s only been out for sixty-five years.

Stray observations:

  • The women suffer from the prejudices of the period; Sibella particularly speaks in that unbearable pouty voice apparently found irresistible by men in the late forties. Her hats are…fantastic. In all senses of the word.
  • I want to go on a cycling tour of old churches in the English countryside. I promise not to murder anyone on the way.

Director: Robert Hamer
Rating: NR
Length: 106 min.
Score: 4/5. Points deducted for Sibella’s being unbearable. Sir Alec himself gets 5/5, especially for Lady Agatha, who is not subtle but whose presence onscreen convulses me.