It is O'Toole who continually dominates the screen, and he dominates it with professional skill, Irish charm and smashing good looks.
It was a big bold project and has turned out a big bold film.
[It] remains one of the most intelligent, handsome, and influential of all war epics.
| Original Score: 4/4
The passage of time has only proved how difficult it is to run ideas, history, characterisation and landscape in harness on this sort of scale.
Approach it from whatever angle you like, performances, script, cinematography, score; David Lean's sweeping biography of T.E. Lawrence is unarguably magnificent.
Even the flies in the opening Cairo scene jump out at you.
It reduces a legendary figure to conventional movie-hero size amidst magnificent and exotic scenery but a conventional lot of action-film clichés.
An epic achievement in filmmaking.
A cracking good adventure yarn, as well as a disturbing psychological profile of a man destined to become a great leader but an even greater dupe.
It's an astonishing, unrepeatable epic.
Riveting from beginning to end, featuring stellar performances, amazing cinematography, and a story without a trace of fat, the film does everything an epic is supposed to do -- and more.
Lawrence is too emotionally overpowering for critical reservations.
The only thing that really dates it is the awful makeup, orangey pancake for Lawrence, a gray-green nose for Quinn and cordovan shoe polish for Guinness.
We remember the quiet, empty passages, the sun rising across the desert, the intricate lines traced by the wind in the sand.
This is that rare film whose weaknesses are not only swallowed up by its vast, disturbing ambition, but somehow become part of its strengths.
Lawrence luxuriates in the tremendous.