Hey, I just noticed this, Col. Brighton is crying after he ends his friendship with Gen. Allenby. That nicely echoes Ali leaving Lawrence of the last time. Wow, this movie is so bromantic. It never ceases to amaze me.
Things I learned from Liveblogging Lawrence of Arabia
Three hours and 43 minutes is a lot of movie, especially when it’s David Lean and there are no wasted shots and every second is entertaining and/or beautiful.
Barrack Obama is in this movie.
There was a battle in World War I for something called “Ding-Dong.”
I still haven’t the faintest idea of what the Sykes/Picot treaty even is.
There is hardly a scene in this movie that doesn’t remind me of some part of my life.
Auda used to be my favorite character in this movie. This time through, I loved him less. I think maybe a little Anthony Quinn goes a long way for me now. I still love his tirades, though.
I could very likely turn this into an Anthony Quayle appreciation blog and regret nothing.
Omar Sharif’s acting is so fucking flawless I can hardly stand it.
Peter O’Toole is the greatest living actor. There were so many small moments of genius that I hadn’t noticed before even though I’ve seen this movie about fifty times.
General Allenby is my spirit animal and I’m not sure I feel entirely good about that.
I’ve spent the last three days when I’m not blogging imagining that Col. Brighton is lecturing me on discipline or writing mental fanfic about Ali and Lawrence on that night at Wadirum. Again, no regrets.
I’m going to have to dig the Seven Pillars of Wisdom out and re-read it.
I’m going to have to look up The Oxford Roofclimbers Rebellion and read it.
I’m going to have to rewatch A Dangerous Man: Lawrence After Arabia