Film Review
The film that came within a whisker of bankrupting Twentieth Century
Fox and very nearly killed off its lead actress now stands as a lasting
monument to the hubris and arrogance of the Hollywood studio moguls who
saw themselves as the latterday equivalent of the pharaohs of Ancient
Egypt. Producer Darryl F. Zanuck not only created
Cleopatra, one of the most lavish
and expensive films of all time, he destroyed it, insisting on cuts
that reduced it to a virtually incomprehensible mess that the critics
took create delight in kicking into the dust. Despite its
jaw-dropping set-pieces and gold-plaited production values,
Cleopatra became a cinematic joke,
the most expensive joke in history.
What began modestly enough, with a budget of two million dollars,
rapidly spiralled out of control and ultimately consumed 44 million
dollars, a colossal sum for the time. A botched attempt to shoot
the film in London was aborted when its star Elizabeth Taylor
(hired for a miserly one million dollars) fell
gravely ill and the production relocated to Rome, where the costs
escalated at an alarming rate with no one apparently totting up the
bills. The sets were so grand that they created a shortage of
building materials in Italy and highly paid actors spent most of their
time hanging about for weeks on end, waiting for their scenes to be
recorded. Virtually all of the London footage (shot by
director Rouben Mamoulian) had to be discarded (along with Mamoulian),
not least because of the change of principal cast. When Joseph L.
Mankiewicz wasn't directing the film he was busy digging an early grave
for himself by constantly rewriting the script, creating further
production delays. The only good thing to come out of the London
shoot was that it provided sets and costumes for
Carry on Cleo (1964), a
scurrilous parody of the film.
The film that Mankiewicz ultimately delivered was a spawling six hour
epic, which he envisaged as being released as two separate films,
entitled
Caesar and Cleopatra
and
Antony and Cleopatra.
Big boss Zanuck would have none of this. He saw the sensational
revelation of the love affair between the film's two lead actors,
Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton, as a publicity coup from
Heaven. To capitalise on this, and recoup as much as possible of
the film's massive cost, Zanuck insisted that it be released as one
three-hour long film. The gloriously over-the-top set-pieces
(including Cleopatra's entry into Rome, a spectacle which consumed more
money than your average A picture) were retained but much of the
narrative exposition was junked, and so the result was the merest
shadow of what Mankiewicz had envisaged. Despite being mauled by
the critics,
Cleopatra was
the highest grossing film of the year, but not enough of a success to
prevent it from posting a loss of 18 million dollars.
Even in its restored form, which now runs to just over four hours,
Cleopatra fails to be entirely
satisfying. The set-pieces are certainly impressive, some of the
grandest ever shot for a motion picture, but such flamboyant largesse
does not a great film make. Mankiewicz's script may be both
literate and (for the most part) historically accurate but it is
rambling and unfocussed - worse, it invites a theatrical style of
acting which does nothing for the film's credibility. Roddy
McDowall is often singled out for praise, but whilst his portrayal of
the overwrought emperor Octavian is the most enjoyable thing about the
entire film, his performance positively dribbles with ham.
Electrifying as they may be in their scenes together, Elizabeth Taylor
and Richard Burton both fail to live up to their reputation and just
seem to be going through the motions, shouting one minute, looking
bored as Hell the next (a good preparation for married life). Of
the leads, only Rex Harrison manages to give a sustained performance of
some quality, and you can understand why he alone was nominated for
an Oscar.
Cleopatra may not be quite be
the ultimate cinematic endurance test you might expect, but it's not
far off. Hammy performances, a confused narrative and a surfeit
of pointlessly overblown opulence that soon becomes wearying make this
an ordeal to sit through. But even as you sit dying of boredom
and counting the precious minutes you will never see again it is hard
not to be impressed by the commitment and artistry that went into the
film. Few films are as visually stunning from start to finish,
few films have such ornate and ambitious set design, and few films have
battle scenes to rival what is on display here.
Cleopatra has a scope and bravado
that are truly breathtaking and it is tragic that it ended up as one
great tombstone to the worst excesses of the old Hollywood system - a
system which genuinely believed quality could be bought just by
flushing huge wads of cash down the proverbial toilet. Never
again.
Cleopatra's official
tagline was "The motion picture the world has been waiting for!".
It should have been: "Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair.
© James Travers 2013
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Next Joseph L. Mankiewicz film:
Dragonwyck (1946)