If you’ve seen any David Lean film, you’ve really seen them all. The stories may be different and varied, but underneath the skin they are all remarkably similar. Therefore, it almost feels that to review one David Lean film, you’re essentially reviewing them all (which will be problematic when I eventually do Lawrence of Arabia, a personal favorite). Nevertheless, this film is different in a very special way.
This is an epic film unlike most: it is subdued, unintrusive, and melancholy. It is a love story, told in the style only David Lean can possibly do; in the throes of revolution. The film takes its time, and each moment drags out into a joyous exaltation of cinema. David Lean is a cinema fan as much as he is a filmmaker, and it shows in every inch of celluloid he has committed to the archives of film.
I can only assume most of my other David Lean reviews will be quite similar to this one. Nonetheless, this is one of my mom’s favorite movies, and if you just love love stories, it will be one of your favorites too.
Arbitrary Rating: 9/10