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Anthony Mann’s El Cid remains the movie most of Charlton Heston’s fans enthusiastically embrace. For good reason: he’s at his most chivalrous. In this present age of misogyny, in this screamingly dysfunctional period of hate as a value, and long before he came to believe he was as important as the historic personages he portrayed, watching Heston’s Cid be neither vanquished by nor turn ugly over wife Chimene’s avenging duty is more than reassuring; it’s downright noble and honorable. The movie is also the only epic in which he isn’t more in love with his enemies or horses than with his leading ladies, in this case Italy’s most prized export Sophia Loren. When originally released in 1961, El Cid received some good reviews—even ending up on Time’s and the N.Y. Times’ “Ten Best” lists when lists mattered—but it came nowhere near the domestic box office of Ben-Hur. Adding insult to injury, it also met with unjust comparisons: looking at Ben-Hur today, there’s such fraudulence in sets and set-ups that it becomes a hoot. Restored by a team headed by Martin Scorsese, El Cid is re-wrapped in authenticity: its sets are huge but admirably decorative with 11th Century scale and detail and smashingly effective are the King’s Court; the rotunda wherein Heston and Loren perform the greatest nonkiss in widescreen movie history; the King’s Champion’s quarters; Sophia’s bed chamber; the spiral staircase leading to it; the tent of Sancho; the barn in which the two icons first make love; the Arabic interiors of the Valencia castle. The restoration gives us the chance to ooh and aah at not just the tapestries, murals, flags and other regalia but also the real leathers and chain mail used for the costumes: they’re so rich that we can practically reach out and touch the textures and metal. (Only King Ferdinand’s crown and cape of arms, looking like badly sown together car decays, are truly awful.) The use of Spain’s real castles and landscapes add immeasurable legitimate weight—underlining the flimsiness of Ben-Hur. For those who have seen only the pre-restored El Cid on TV or tape or cheap DVD, there must be disappointment because not only is the color washed out, and no overtures or exit music, but of course they miss entirely the sweep, the grandeur—and a lot of interesting tidbits: like watching troops build multi-story ramps, or catching facial reactions of the ladies-in-waiting, or getting to giggle at nellie Frank Thring’s earrings or at Ben Yussuf’s armies capped in turbans that in succession look like mushrooms, those candied jujubes, peanut shells and the Elephant Man’s head, or getting a good look at Vallone’s blooded-up chest, with its skin peeled back, or Heston’s facial scar and the arrow that’s embedded into his chest. El Cid’s refurbishment also reaffirms that no American actor was born to play historic figures more than Heston—likely the eternal monarch of spectacles. The epic has continued on its loony, chaotic way without Heston, but as its center, he gave it legitimacy; somehow his mid-Western intonational Voice of All Ages and his handsome physical stature imposingly fused, having the odd power of penetrating our modern cynicism and redeeming the phony formal lingo of historical spectaculars. And little quarrel that his shadow eclipsed those in Hollywood epics who came before him, like the unnerving Robert Taylor, who always seemed to be waiting to break for a cigarette in Quo Vadis. Helping is Heston’s ability to look weathered and flawed and yet he’s not oversized, like the stockyard beefiness of misfit Victor Mature; there’s something reassuring about how Heston’s masculinity remains intact despite the furs, flowing capes and silks he’s required to wear. (Because we’ll never know what the men of history he’s played will sound like, Heston’s legacy could be that we would expect them to come close to matching him; he certainly thought so.) The Cid’s other highly attractive virtue is his righteousness. For example, it’s presumed fact that when he recaptured Valenica from the Emirs, he didn’t accept the city’s crown as his followers demanded, but instead, in order to unite Spain against the invaders, took it in the name of King Alfonso, who had previously exiled him because he publicly humiliated the King into swearing that he had no part in the (real) assassination of his brother Sancho. The legend of the Cid as incorruptible probably isn’t true: he was a soldier of fortune-opportunist who fought on the sides of both Christians and Moslems and was well rewarded. Only when the North African Emirs threatened to overtake Spain did he see his duty in uniting Spain. Though the movie emblematizes the oft-repeated legend of Rodrigo—that he fell as a result of a battle-inflicted wound and rode off into history strapped, dead but open-eyed, on a white horse—historians believe that he died four years after defeating the Emirs in Valenica. (The Cid’s death at 49 is said to have been brought on by grief and shame over the huge numbers of casualties it took to do so; he’s buried at the cathedral in Burgos.) Loren seems equally at home in antiquity; her stressed, emphatic English befits the fakespeak of epics. Like Heston, it’s her size—emitting a celluloid authority. And only on the big screen can we appreciate her swaying hips as she struts through the King’s Court. British author Derek Elley in The Epic Film writes of El Cid, “Script, acting, images and music all act in perfect harmony.” Not quite; the script’s clichés aren’t fully saved by the cast’s efforts because too often the clichés are central to the movie’s problems of conventionality. (There’s a lot of Ivanhoe lurking about.) Action scenes can defy the audience’s common sense. For example, when Chimene’s father, the King’s Champion, and the Cid engage in a sword match, that duel to the death takes place right beneath Chimene’s bedroom door. Wouldn’t she hear the clashing swords and wonder what the hell is going on? The audience is wondering about something else too—how her over-the-hill fatass daddy managed to remain a champion. And sometimes the acting isn’t as large-scale as it is anxious, overwrought. Miklós Rózsa’s orgasmic score was originally written to cover most of the film, but Mann discovered in Verna Fields (who’d do the film editing for Bonnie and Clyde and Jaws) a gifted sound technician: her matchless ear for a slap with a glove, for dueling swords, galloping horses, etc., convinced Mann to eliminate over one hour of music. Excluding script, the movie’s most troublesome element was in the actual sound recordings: as much as seventy percent of the audio soundtrack had to be redone, “something to do with inconsistent Spanish current,” said Heston. What’s amazing is that, despite the lack of integrity that often happens from looping, the results aren’t harmful, in the way they definitely are in Barabbas, probably because of the decision to noisy up the soundtrack with stereophonic blasts of music and sound effects. Film editor Robert Lawrence has one remarkable feat: during the joust for Calahorra, he not only has to avoid showing the double used when a sword is swinging away at the Cid’s saddle, he also has to splice in Loren’s reaction shots, which were filmed weeks before. (You can tell: the lighting & wind effects in the King’s grand stand don’t quite match the actual outdoor shots.) But the binding used to wrap it all up is Robert Krasker’s painstaking photography, some of which could pass for paintings. The restoration returns glorious moments like the Cid, underneath the spiral staircase, bracing himself against the very sword he used to kill Chimene’s father; Chimene sitting in her bed chamber on her wedding night; Ferdinand’s lying-in-state; the opening shot in the barn; the night scenesof Ben Yussuf'’s men riding their horses towards Valenica and his infantry banging its drums. There’s not a single shot in Ben-Hur that equals them. Oscar nominations for best color art direction, song (something called “The Falcon and the Dove”), musical score for dramatic or comedy picture. DGA nomination for Mann. Earned best cinematography from the British Society of Cinematographers; won best sound editing from the Motion Picture Editors, USA. Filmed in 70mm SUPER-TECHNIRAMA.

In 1993, Martin Scorsese was the driving force behind the arduous restoration of El Cid. The critics gave the renewed lease on life high marks, though audience response was disappointing, primarily because its re-release was marred by insufficient funds for advertising and publicity, the decision of many theatres and chains declining to show the spectacle, or keep it around long enough for the interested to get a chance to see it. Then came the insulting contractual obligation to issue a Best Film & Video Corp version of the restoration in full screen and without overture, entr'acte, exit music. A 1996 Criterion Collection laserdisc roadshow edition was made available, but by that time laser was on life support, having penetrated only about 2% of the American consumer market. Legal issues with the Samuel Bronston estate and the many holders of distribution licenses of various versions further complicated American rights of the movie in DVD format. Consequently foreign distributors, from China, Spain and France in particular, filled in the void with minimally acceptable widescreen versions still absent of the hardticket accoutrements. Excepting the French release, the DVDs were washed out, had bad sound synchronization, and, even with unlocking codes keyed into remotes, came loaded with a lot of player/format irritations. Taking almost fifteen years to finally get an American release, El Cid, under Scorseses guidance, has arrived and lo and behold, its worth the wait. The first thing youll notice is the return of the overture and the amazing if sometimes deafening sound and accompanying effects; second, youll notice the re-tooled-by-necessity subdued color spectrum showcasing the production designs of Veniero Colasanti and John Moore and the Maciek Piotrowski murals, which in previous tapes and DVDs faded and had nearly disappeared into the stone walls. The rehabilitation enriches Robert Kraskers lighting as well as deepening the rival richness of the fabrics of the costumes. The intermission is inserted at the right point, though because of non-compressed space considerations the entracte is played at the end of disc one instead of the beginning of disc two, which opens with the second part. As exit music, we hear what we havent heard in God knows how many years (and may wish not to hear again for many more)—a vocal chorus version of the love theme. The nagging problem that has always been apparent—the “old fashion” conventionality of the obligatory and clunky pageantry interspersed within the plot dramatics—may now seem to be less intrusive than Miklós Rózsas often heavy-handed score. In supplemental material on disc two, were reminded that Rózsa was very upset upon discovering that a hefty amount of his music had been cut without his knowledge; today you wish Mann and sound editor Verna Fields had sliced away even more. This DVD release under The Weinstein Companys Miriam Collection imprimatur also confirms that Fields was using background sounds more inclusively, especially with the extras, whose voices are clearer now. The Limited Edition release supplies both a reproduction of the Dell comic book of the story and the original souvenir booklet, which contains 90 color pictures. The programs photo credits of the cast excludes everyones favorite roadshow sissy Frank Thring. Why this omission no one seems to know, but he and his lispiness provide this otherwise humorless spectacle its precious few laughs. And Id be remiss in not mentioning that the hardcore technocrats and aficionados of movie restorations and widescreen, especially Robert A. Harris, have carped that the 35mm transfer used for the epic is of disappointing quality. Their biggest objection seems to be that they remember exactly how the colors popped out originally and now object to what they regard as a browning out and what should have been done to prevent the toned diffusion. Perhaps Harris still smarts that he wasnt offered the chance to do the restoration and arguably he isnt a dependable critic of movies themselves. (You only have to read his comments about My Fair Lady and The Alamo over at to gather that while hes highly respected as a technical restorer hes less an arbiter than a movie star fawner.) Leave it to the well-meaning purists to be so busy being dissatisfied that they forget that indeed color still pops out, in the costumes for the Kings sons and daughter, his champion, for Lord Moutamin, on the walls of interiors and so many other places. For most of us this edition, having justly compensated for whatever perceived shortcomings, is the best available American Region 1 version at the moment, and if you view it through a Blu-ray machine, youre likely to find it even more stunning. A Blu-ray Region 2 from Kock Media out of Germany is now on the market, forecasting a U.S. Blu-ray in the future.




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