Lord Jim (1965)
If you love drooling over Peter O’Toole, you’ll be very tempted to rent Lord Jim. He plays the title role in a story that holds every promise of being another grand ‘60s epic, but never delivers. He starts the movie bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, full of integrity and eager to have a glorious career on the sea. Then, in a moment where he faces certain death, he abandons his duty as an officer and leaves the passengers on his ship to drown while he and the other officers slip into a lifeboat. The guilt and shame haunts him the rest of his life, and the rest of the movie. For two more hours, the audience is forced to watch as he needlessly wades through life trying to atone for his cowardice. If you love drooling over Peter O’Toole, just rent Lawrence of Arabia twice.
This movie is so slow and boring, I’m surprised anyone stayed awake opening weekend. As gorgeous as Peter is, with his blue eyes sparkling with tears and blond hair curled and luscious, it’s not worth enduring this horrible movie just to stare at him. The only type of person who is in the right position to enjoy this movie is a sailor. I’m not trying to be facetious; a sailor is a very specific type of person, one that I will never, ever understand. A sailor prefers to spend years away from their homes, families, friends, and women, out on the ocean, at constant war with the elements, potentially under command of a tyrant, living in cramped quarters. I don’t understand a person who prefers that lifestyle than to have regular contact with people, and most importantly, a woman at home who loves him. However, many men are sailors, and those men might like and identify with Lord Jim.
And here we have another movie in which James Mason gets second billing and is hardly in the movie! I was so ready to turn Lord Jim off and switch to a more enjoyable film—the bar was very low that evening—but I wanted to wait until James Mason graced the screen. I had to wait an hour and forty-five minutes! By that time, I figured I might as well see the two-and-a-half hour through to its conclusion, as long as I was going to have a lousy evening. Boy, was I sorry. Next time, I’ll pop in my favorite Peter O’Toole movie, What’s New Pussycat?, for an actually enjoyable evening.
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This movie is so slow and boring, I’m surprised anyone stayed awake opening weekend. As gorgeous as Peter is, with his blue eyes sparkling with tears and blond hair curled and luscious, it’s not worth enduring this horrible movie just to stare at him. The only type of person who is in the right position to enjoy this movie is a sailor. I’m not trying to be facetious; a sailor is a very specific type of person, one that I will never, ever understand. A sailor prefers to spend years away from their homes, families, friends, and women, out on the ocean, at constant war with the elements, potentially under command of a tyrant, living in cramped quarters. I don’t understand a person who prefers that lifestyle than to have regular contact with people, and most importantly, a woman at home who loves him. However, many men are sailors, and those men might like and identify with Lord Jim.
And here we have another movie in which James Mason gets second billing and is hardly in the movie! I was so ready to turn Lord Jim off and switch to a more enjoyable film—the bar was very low that evening—but I wanted to wait until James Mason graced the screen. I had to wait an hour and forty-five minutes! By that time, I figured I might as well see the two-and-a-half hour through to its conclusion, as long as I was going to have a lousy evening. Boy, was I sorry. Next time, I’ll pop in my favorite Peter O’Toole movie, What’s New Pussycat?, for an actually enjoyable evening.
Want to watch it? Click here to watch it on ok.ru. And thanks "Classic Cinema Central Seleus B" for posting!
More Curd Jurgens movies here!
More James Mason movies here!