Director: David Lean
Bum-dum-bum-dum drrrrum…
Those kettle drums that kick off this nearly-four-hour epic never fail to excite me. It’s true that this is a lot of time to commit to watching a single film, but when I saw that Netflix had the whole thing in 4K, I just couldn’t resist putting it on again.
When my dad bought Lawrence of Arabia as one of our family’s first DVDs, I remember being transfixed by the beauty of the desert, by the gargantuan scenes boasting hundreds of extras and by just how incredible the film looked, even if I probably couldn’t understand the plot all too well. I distinctly remember liking the film so much that I dived into all the DVD extras and listened to the commentary about how hard it was to complete the film; off the top of my head, I can remember that it was especially difficult to film a scene where a man has to walk towards a sun that peeps over the horizon as he’s walking away from the camera, how the quicksand scene was filmed by pulling the actor into a box buried beneath the ground, how it was difficult to avoid making footprints in the sand before shooting, how David Lean agonised over having the train fall off the rails in a way that wouldn’t be obscured, realising later that it looked even better with all the dust and lastly – in a way that shocked me as a child – that Peter O’Toole burst into a hotel bar after filming and exclaimed “the fucking picture’s finished!” It’s funny what stays with you, isn’t it?
But if the film looks good on DVD, then it’s absolutely enrapturing in 4K. Vast landscapes with the subjects as tiny specks are rendered all the more stunningly and detail on the clothes, buildings and surroundings come into sharp focus. Lean’s use of the 70mm format is extraordinary. If The Searchers ever did anything good, it was to inspire Lean to make such a beautiful film.
Whenever I’ve come back to this film, I find new ways to look at it, and it entrances me every time. As a child, it was to see the limits of film-making being pushed to their extremes. As part of my full list rewatch, I wanted to fully understand what the story was about. On my latest watch, I really wanted to study the man himself, or at least how he’s depicted by Lean. I’m aware that there are historical inaccuracies with the film and I honestly couldn’t care less. It doesn’t seem as if Lean was concerned with building an accurate portrait of T. E. Lawrence, and since I’m no expert on him either, why am I going to let the truth get in the way of a good story? The fact that this is even slightly based on real life tells me the man led a truly extraordinary life.
What I was most surprised about after my 2020 watch was that I had completely missed any notion that Lawrence was a gay man, a theme which Lean apparently tried to weave heavily into the film whilst not upsetting distributors. If you’re not looking for it, you won’t see it, but it was a lot of fun trying to imagine Lawrence and Ali’s relationship as being more of lovers than collaborators, especially towards the end of the film. It definitely gave the film a whole new slant, although I wouldn’t exactly call this a breakthrough for LGBT in cinema history.
Still, Lawrence’s journey through this film is fascinating. A misfit from the start, he finds more joy away from the fuddy-duddies in the British war office and with the Arabs, who seem to live a more adventurous life that appeals to him. With a naive personality and a young person’s belief that he is invincible, he takes on an administrative order and turns it into a campaign that ends up turning the entire Arab war around.
Through perseverance and a little luck, he manages to get a small army of Arabs to Aqaba, which they conquer. This victory, coupled with new fame found amongst his followers and with the American newspaper, give him the sense that he is some sort of god that can do anything. It takes a brutal beating for him to realise he is just a man, and rather than take it as a small defeat, the mercurial Lawrence decides he’s done being Lawrence of Arabia and wants to get a lowly desk job. This points towards some personality defect, that he needs to either have it all or nothing.
The British officers still need him, however, and push him to help take Damascus, despite his reluctance. Once again, he is filled with the spirit that he is a god amongst men, but it’s weaker now, since he has had to pay a fortune to have his new army follow him. Clearly in a mental conflict with his all-or-nothing point of view, he irrationally decides to participate in the slaughter of Turkish soldiers, feeding a sadistic side of him that he is fearful of.
The Arabs take Damascus but bicker when the British cut off the public utilities. Lawrence sees that his ‘heroic campaign’ was nothing more than a strategy by both Prince Faisal and the British to get what they want, leaving very few people satisfied. He hasn’t given the Arabs their freedom, he was just a pawn the entire time. Dejected, he returns to Britain, and eventually dies while riding too fast on a motorcycle, perhaps still filled with that sense that he’s invincible.
This is just my take on Lawrence’s psychology, of course, there could be dozens of others. At nearly four hours, there’s quite a lot of twists and turns to the story, and sometimes it can be hard to make the pieces fit, especially when Lawrence doesn’t behave like you’d expect him to.
But there’s so much more going on in this riveting drama, it’s hard to keep track of all of it. Along the way, Lawrence faces some personal setbacks that seem to do deep damage to his psyche. At one point he saves a man from dying on the Sun’s Anvil, only to shoot him dead a few scenes later when he breaks Arab law. Doing that must have felt conflictual to him, but he tells the British officers later that he enjoyed it. It’s really hard to fit this in with everything else he does, until the scene with the Turkish officers retreating from Tafas.
He also loses his two young companions along the way, after promising they will be safe with him. The first, he loses to quicksand, which seems highly unlikely in a dry desert, but hey-ho. A little glimpse of masterful direction from Lean is when the car carrying Lawrence and Farraj to Cairo stops abruptly waking up Farraj from a nightmare and he screams “Daud!” It wasn’t necessary for the story, but that short moment was like an injection of emotion and character into the film and was so well done.
I have to say, however, as much as I heap praise onto this film, I cannot give it a perfect score, because it is too uneven. Specifically, the shorter second half – after the intermission – doesn’t seem to have the same heft as the first half. The first part holds together as an adventure story with Lawrence discovering new aspects about himself and dangerously making his way across the desert. Every step logically connects to the next. Part II seems to move around more erratically. It’s a struggle to keep up with what’s supposed to be happening and Lawrence’s behaviour makes less and less sense. There’s also a lot more confusing politics that can be hard to fathom. Watching Lawrence of Arabia is like watching a film and its distinctly worse sequel back-to-back.
All the same, it’s presented beautifully. Lean’s stunning on-location desert cinematography – which would put the stagey sets of the following year’s Cleopatra to shame – is accompanied by Maurice Jarre’s gorgeous and catchy soundtrack, music that will stay with you for a lifetime. Unlike most features that last over three hours, it never feels like it outstays its welcome; if anything, the second half is too rushed, and could have used a few more expository scenes. Crucially, it doesn’t present just another classic Hollywood hero, and gives us the story of an idealistic but flawed individual who is profoundly affected by both his victories and successes, and the bitter – not sweet – ending to the film is far from what you’d expect from this sort of epic.
9.5/10