This week I've been watching David Lean's three hour Plus restored screen version of Lawrence of Arabia (1962).
Recall just prior to embarking upon this cinemtographic journey, I had been immersed in reading Scott Anderson's Lawrence in Arabia: War, Deceit, Imperial Folly and the Making of the Modern Middle East (2013). As Anderson refers frequently to Lean's film in the course of his myth-busting history of the Middle East theater in WWI, it felt right to look at the film again, because, naturally, as this is the movies, Lean consciously participated, almost gloatingly, in the mythologizing of all of it.
There's a great deal to think about here, in terms of how movies and other kinds of entertainments cannot deal honestly with history by the rules of their own engagement. Nor evidently could the arrogant, ignorant, incompetent, mendacious men who sent millions into the meat grinder that was WWI, and never learned. Anderson's still furious about them and the sheer idiocy that was the war. But not tonight. I'm too tired from dealing with my own idiocies of the day.