BECKET versus LION IN WINTER
Peter O'Toole plays Henry in both movies, and one might consider LION to be a sequel of sorts to BECKET (although Eleanor of Aquitaine is presented in a much less impressive fashion in BECKET).
For me, both films are stirring, sublime, incapable of being topped.
I've always appreciated the wit, self-conscious at times, of LION IN WINTER. And the scathing, ruthless flavor of the dialogue has caused some to dismiss it unfairly as dreck. Yes, O'Toole and Hepburn played it for all it was worth and more, but the secondary cast of LION was well-served by the script and vice versa.
That's not bad writing.
What's interesting is my delayed reaction to BECKET. My tastes and cinematic instincts have changed little since I was quite young, and my opinions don't tend to vary by terribly much over time...
But I have to make an exception with BECKET.
I'd always heard how brilliant the film was, and yet for many years, I admittedly didn't "get" it. I once found it drab and dry and snail-paced and terribly difficult to wade thru it until -- voila! -- a few short years ago I slipped in an old VHS of the film my parents owned (and with which I would abscond) and BECKET suddenly worked for me. Totally. Finally, I got it.
What changed?
But whatever it was, BECKET's alchemy of conjuring incantation and elegantly bleak ambience hit me, albeit belatedly, as I unexpectedly tapped into its Halloween frequency and now understood it... What a bewitching, pure film it is. Like a séance.
Strange.
BECKET is art. LION is artsy-fartsy fun (which isn't a bad thing) fabulously played on all levels.
And I just can't disparage either film.
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Non-sequiturs are delicious.