Ben-Hur—It’s been
a while, if ever, since I can recall thinking that a big-studio feature film
was too short. But that, among other things, is what makes this newest version
of Lew Wallace’s toga tale a dud.
As before, Jewish rich kid Judah Ben-Hur (Jack Huston) comes
to grief, separation from his family and enslavement as a galley oarsman via
his Roman pal Messala (Toby Kebbell). Judah struggles his way back to
freedom and solvency, eventually becoming a chariot-driver for a rich nomad
(Morgan Freeman), all the while dreaming of revenge. All this takes place
concurrently with the life of Jesus Christ (Rodrigo Santoro), with whom Judah
significantly crosses paths now and then.
Most of us are probably most familiar with this yarn through
William Wyler’s long and lavish 1959 movie version. As risibly corny as
Charlton Heston’s grimacing performance in the title role can now seem, that
film’s epic length, though admittedly exhausting, does result in dramatic
payoffs. The same goes for Wallace’s pedantic, didactic, description-heavy yet
somehow highly agreeable 1880 novel.
The new film rushes through the story in around two hours. Directed
by Timur Bekmambetov, the talented Kazakh behind the bizarre, intriguing Night Shift and Day Shift, this Ben-Hur
is adequately-acted, and it climaxes with a chariot race that’s brutal and
pretty exciting (though tough on horse lovers). But it’s perfunctory—it hustles
through episodes like Judah’s
visit to his loved ones in a leper colony so fast that it’s almost funny.
Similarly, the scenes toward the end depicting Gethsemane,
the Via Dolorosa and The Crucifixion are like a Passion Play on speed. Truly
and without irony, nothing in this Ben-Hur
was as spiritually moving to me as George Clooney’s speech earlier this year about
universal brotherhood at the foot of The Cross in the movie-within-the-movie in
the Coen Brothers spoof Hail, Caesar!
The emotional impact of the new Ben-Hur, by contrast, is nearly nil. The movie can watched
painlessly enough, but that’s the problem—Ben-Hur
without pain is like Singin’ in the Rain
without dancing.
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