Shockingly Old School for 1966
I viewed this movie for the first time today and I have to say that, although I appreciate the sweeping epic nature of it, I found it to be a monotonous movie that was shockingly old fashioned for something released in 1966.
From the music to the dialogue, it felt more like something from 1946 than 1966. And the white-guy-falls-in-love-with-Asian-chick-and-fights-against-society-to-keep-her subplot was already played to death in Sayonara and World of Suzy Wong.
I'm not crazy about McQueen's performance. He acts like a dazed retard through much of the film - kinda like Nevada Smith. It's almost painful to see such a cool actor portraying a mental defective. It isn't until the last 15 minutes that he gets his sh*t straight and kicks some ass McQueen-style with the BAR.
This movie takes an almost sadistic delight in testing it's audience's patience. The brothel boxing match that takes 17 minutes to establish that a drunk fattie will tire himself out when taking on a timid coolie. The "Holman come down" scene that drags on long after we get the point. The gratuitious repairing of engines and turning of dials and twisting of wrenches. And lots of dock-to-ship transports and . . . marching scenes. Ick.