TERMS OF ENDEARMENT

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Dysfunctional adults, an unhappy marriage, too many kids, a cruel mom, an over-the-hill astronaut, and cancer are elements in this hardcore tear-jerker. 

Cry, cry, cry. 

BEN-HUR — CLASSIC FILM PICK

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Mervyn LeRoy’s three-hour historical epic “Quo Vadis,” about a Roman general so enamored with a Christian hostage that he comes to question his country’s politics, set the romantically campy tone for the sword-and-sandal genre that went on to include such cinematic phenomena as a 23-picture “Hercules” franchise.

William Wyler’s remake of Charles Brabin’s 1925 silent film (which was based on Lew Wallace’s 1880 novel “Ben-Hur: A Tale of the Christ) set the high watermark for the family-friendly toga-wearing genre due primarily to its mind-boggling chariot race sequence in the days long before computer-generated imagery could remove the dangers from such a spectacle.

It’s worth sitting through four hours of Charlton Heston’s hammy pregnant pauses of strained dialogue and toothy grimaces just to savor the legendary larger-than-life marathon where single rider chariots, pulled by four-horse teams, race at a full galloping fury. Filmed at Rome’s famed Cinecittà film studio, the massively staged arena covered 18 acres. A crowd of 7000 spectators, and colossal centerpiece statues on the racetrack, emphasize the grand-scale action.

For years, apocryphal stories swarmed about the number of stunt men killed during the filming of the brilliantly edited sequence. No matter how many times you’ve seen it this showpiece of epic spectacle, thrills.  

The film’s narrative hook attaches neatly to the personal and political context of the exotic chariot tournament. Judah Ben-Hur (Heston) is a wealthy Jewish prince living in Roman-occupied Jerusalem with his mother and sister during the age of Jesus Christ. In keeping with the class-traversing demands of the genre, Judah is in love with his slave Esther (Haya Harareet), but of course she is promised to another man. The best kind of love is unrequited, or so at least the film seems to say.  

Loose tiles on the roof of Judah’s palatial compound fall on Judea’s newly installed governor, nearly killing the politician. Ben-Hur’s childhood-pal-turned-Roman-commander Messala (Stephen Boyd) seizes the opportunity to strike fear into his soldiers’ hearts by imprisoning Ben-Hur’s family for attempting to assassinate the governor.

Messala commits his former friend to slavery as a rower on Roman battleships, creating another classic scene. Ben-Hur makes good on his promise to exact his revenge on Messala after a Roman commander adopts him after Ben-Hur saves his life during a battle at sea. A skilled horseman, the newly freed Ben-Hur impresses an Arab sheik with a team of horses in need of a competent rider if they are to challenge Messala in a life or death chariot duel called the “circus.”

The movie’s feigned biblical connection supports its laborious melodramatic tone. It is laughable from a modern perspective that the Jesus Christ character’s face is never shown. In long-shot scene Jesus’s face is blurred out with what appears to be black ink on the actual film. The crucifixion climax on Golgotha is gratuitous to a fault, and speaks to the cheesy brand of religious propaganda Hollywood sought to disseminate about a period when everyone wore sandals, and soldiers carried swords.   

Rated G. 212 mins.

THE EAGLE

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How the mighty have fallen. To see the director of the great docudrama "Touching the Void" produce such a drab piece of "epic adventure" as "The Eagle" is appalling.

The setting is second century Britain. Roman imperialist commander Marcus Aquila (Channing Tatum) heroically defends his soldiers against the fierce tribes of Caledonia. Marcus is badly wounded during a siege on his troops' fort. He receives an honorable discharge.

Next, during a gladiatorial competition between diminutive Caledonian slave Esca (Jamie Bell) a and an imposing Roman gladiator, Marcus uses his status to influence the slave's release. Esca thus becomes Marcus's personal slave, indebted for life.

Eager to put his stamp on the books of history, Marcus concocts a mission for himself and Esca to travel beyond Hadrian's Wall, which separates Rome's northernmost territory, to go in search of Rome's totemic "Eagle of the Ninth Legion." The gold standard was lost 20 years earlier by the 5,000-troop brigade which Marcus's father commanded.

In light of modern culture's jaundiced view of such imperialist attacks as Rome's takeover of Britain, the filmmaker remains hamstrung to generate empathy for the main character, much less that of his oppressed slave — whose traitorous actions only fuel more disgust.

"The Eagle" is a problematic piece of wartime propaganda that asks the viewer to idolize a manifestation of imperialist destruction as something honorable. Such false devotion reveals a lack of ethical consideration from all parties involved.

Rated PG-13. 114 mins.