...that you have a funny sense of fun." - Mr. Dryden to T.E. Lawrence
Lawrence of Arabia is one of the finest films ever made. It is magnificent, epic, and just a grand and beautiful thing to behold. Maurice Jarre's score is one of the most atmospherically gorgeous soundtracks ever composed. David Lean? Well, the man was a Film God, plain and simple.
I feel very fortunate that I was able to see Lawrence on the big screen at the Uptown here in DC back in 1989, just before shipping out for Moscow. (Of course, I didn't find any rats in the seat next to me back then, luckily enough.) I saw it with my friend HoyaMEB, and it was something like a religious experience.
I first encountered Lawrence of Arabia when it was a two-night ABC Movie of the Week, back in the '70's. I fell in love - with the movie, with the young Peter O'Toole, and with the whole legend of Lawrence of Arabia. I watched the movie with my nose nearly touching the television set, and I recorded the sound of the movie on a crappy Memorex cassette and my father's small tape recorder. Such was my obsessive fascination. I can, if prompted, recite the script for the film, nearly verbatim. I am not the only person I know who can do this.(I can also do that with the first three Star Wars movies, but so can half of the people on the Internet.)
Discovering the nature of the real T.E. Lawrence later in life was an eye-opener for me. Flaws, quirks, dark secrets, and all, he remains an intriguing and troubled figure. Back in '86, I remember spending a good hour in the National Portrait Gallery in London, my eyes soaking up gorgeous photographs of Lawrence - richly detailed in timeless black and white - and wondering how he would have fared as a man in our day.
I think he was a man out of his time. A genius, but twisted, tremendously misunderstood, but also possessed of unsociable habits and possibly pedophilic tendencies. (The young boy thing went right over my head when I saw the movie back in '78.)
"Do you think I'm just anyone? Do you?"
Now, the Imperial War Museum in London is staging an exhibit on Lawrence and the changing perception of his life and his impact on the development of the modern Middle East. You have to wonder what he'd think of the sorry state of affairs today. Of course, he helped lay some of the groundwork for the mess. Unwittingly, perhaps. But he has a measure of culpability, along with the lousy politicians of the day.
Reporter to Jackson Bentley: Mr. Bentley! You must know as much about Colonel Lawrence as anybody does.
Jackson 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. [after reporter leaves] He was also the most shameless exhibitionist since Barnum & Bailey.
I would kill to go see this exhibit. Of course, it helps that the IWM is one of the coolest museums on the planet (Duxford Air Show - hell yeah!) If you're headed to London and have any interest in history, I highly recommend a visit. Be sure to take a ride in the WWII bomber flight simulator. Helluva thing. I'll give ya a prize if you come out of that ride without bruised ribs.
General Allenby: I believe your name will be a household word when you'll have to go to the War Museum to find who Allenby was. You're the most extraordinary man I've ever met!
T.E. Lawrence: Leave me alone!
General Allenby: What?
T.E. Lawrence: Leave me alone!
General Allenby: Well, that's a feeble thing to say.
T.E. Lawrence: I know I'm not ordinary.
General Allenby: That's not what I'm saying. . .
T.E. Lawrence: All right! I'm extraordinary! What of it?
What of it, indeed? Guess I'll have to make it to the Imperial War Museum to find out. Lucky bastards in London. I envy you.