The most pressing order of business: this felt NOTHING like the William Wyler movies we’ve watched so far. Mrs. Miniver and The Best Years of Our Lives both show the painful effects of war, while Ben-Hur is the type of movie to ignore the subtleties and show you the whole war instead. In fact, it wouldn’t just show you the whole war. It would show you the drama building up to the war, then some flashy battle scenes, then more drama, then more flashy battle scenes, etc. until you’re just so completely sick of the characters that you can’t stop looking at the time and wishing those three-and-a-half-plus hours would go by quicker.
Not since Gone with the Wind have I seen a movie that tried so hard and failed so miserably. You would think that a movie this long would somehow find a way to make me interested in the characters or the plots, but you would be completely wrong. Unlike a movie like Gigi, where I’m actually frustrated with the plot, Ben-Hur didn’t keep me invested enough to get frustrated in the first place. I just couldn’t care, no matter how hard I tried, about anything.
Now on to the good stuff. Good performances all around (except Haya Harareet, who was simultaneously the only convincing Israeli and the only nonconvincing human). The chariot race scene lived up to its fame. It was exciting and gorgeous. I actually liked that we never saw Jesus’s face.
In general, I think that Cecil B. DeMille should have been alive to make this movie, and if he had, it would have been no different. Wyler did a good DeMille impression, but it’s still a generic, big, uninteresting DeMille picture. Note to myself: There was soooo much gay subtext between Judah (Heston) and Messala (Boyd). The scene in which Judah says that Messala saved his life and Messala says something like, “It was the best thing I ever did,” and then looks Judah up and down as if picturing him naked is priceless. I said to Eitan early on, “It’s a story of star-crossed lovers!” 5/10