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Sep 5, 2019 - 5:37 PM
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Howard L
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Is it possible to change the title of this thead which is an insult to this masterpiece? It really pisses me off to see that.
NO, people don't hate Lawrence of Arabia, film or score. Some people may, but the vast majority of those who are at least a bit interested in cinema don't. So please let's not imply it's a general opinion, and the least that could be done would be to add the word "some" in the title.
Thank you.
Since I was both the one who resurrected this oldie and by coincidence was the last one to post in 2002, let me throw in a few things for whatever it's worth.
The subject title is indeed off-putting. We had celebratory threads going back pre-Y2K Messageboard that are lost forever. So I was surprised while searching for a place to post that the one with this subject title contained several entries relevant to a potential discussion of the theatrical revival this week. As such, for better or worse, it fit the bill.
I just re-read the whole thing and it's actually more of a celebration, again, vs. hate-fest. But I will never forget being chagrined back in the early days at the vitriol some of the 'boarders hurled at Jarre and the film. It was beyond me how anyone who calls himself a serious film/film music appreciator could denigrate a production universally hailed a masterpiece and a composer who was held in high esteem.
Okay, so it was the early days and a couple decades later we're all wiser to the complexity of film/film music appreciation. And our veritable FSPriesthood. Let us treat the naysayers and brickbatters with dignity and class.
Dignity and class. To that end, permit me to end by extending an olive branch to the LOA critics past & present via the immortal heartfelt words of Sir re "the critics" in The Dresser: "I have nothing but compassion for them. How can one hate the crippled, the mentally deficient, and the dead?”
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Seven pages of responses?
Are effing.kidding me!?
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"No... prisoners..........NO PRISONERS!!"
There are a couple of unbeliever infidels on here who should be riding a cart in the turkish column. 
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"No... prisoners..........NO PRISONERS!!"
There are a couple of unbeliever infidels on here who should be riding a cart in the turkish column.
God help the men who lie under that.
You forgot Lawrence Drives a Race Car.
Lawrence Drives a Race Car is one of my favorite scores of all time.
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We certainly wouldn't want to be accused to stereotyping, so I propose we further adjust the name and make it "Larry of Charleston".
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Sep 6, 2019 - 8:28 PM
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Howard L
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I do see something symbolic in the "geometry" of certain things in the movie, including the title sequence, and I wonder if anyone else sees them too.
I think I see what you're getting at. That is, I saw.  Anyway, lot of curves and circles. The former included waves in sand, building walkways, architecture galore and weaponry. The latter included the sun, moon, compass, architecture and a vertiginous 360 camera shot (!). Curves symbolic of distortion? flaw?? Circles of traveling in endless loops? And what of curved lenses dangling in the bush; vision a bit off-kilter??
Talk about going around in circles literally and figuratively--the conference table in Damascus with all the tribes finally "united."
Straights and angles denote certainty? As in opening angle shot, death must come to all men. And in the mirage scene a straight pathway leads to confrontation and death. Same for the straight-on west to east charge into Aqaba. But just what was Lawrence's angle in all this?
Submitted for your consideration. And/or maybe my derangement.
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It's December 1962 in NYC. There is a newspaper strike but the word is out that Lawrence of Arabia is an extraordinary film.
I purchase tickets for late December and I'm lucky as Lawrence is truly a hard ticket in December 1962 at the Criterion Theater. House lights dim. Overture begins. Ok. That's nice. Picture begins. The match cut to the desert with Jarre's music blasting away and this kid is hooked for life.
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