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With it's lavish golden landscapes and oozing charismal separations from the character leads, Lawrence of Arabia proves itself as one of the most egotistical, shallow, drawn out endurance tests of modern time. Even a fine ensemble cast featuring the cloaked Peter O' Toole as the Arabian Lawrence, Alec Guinness as the General Eiftgh and the white haired black tashed Sharrif flexing out David Lean's celluloid arms with wanken old English charisma that couldn't sweet talk a lemming into an incredible sinking sand dune. But on average it's not awful, it's just rubbish. Lean assumes we can handle the natural beauty of the desert in place of a good story with well plotted twists that could at the same time keep us mesmerised and not hypnotised by sweet bangla music and what not. But there is always a fine array of camels on show, that prove to us that life is not simply about understanding colour and shape, it is also about nurturing the stupid and the ugly. Rent Rocky instead.

Oh my word!! I have never seen a film so lacking in any kind of moral judgement or consideration for anything other than the death of the scum! Michael Winner here makes a valid observation of human desires in displaying a gung-ho troth world of deep and damaged execution. Not only does he spoon feed us with utter hell on earth seen through the face of the moustached Bronson, but he also shows us the spoon he's feeding us with and says "look at what your watching now look at your self and ask the question: Are you enjoying this?" And even though you'll tell yourself NO IT CAN'T BE!!!! You'll know that deep down inside you'll know...it's a masterpiece