DR.
ZHIVAGO (1965)
By Roger Ebert
When
David Lean's "Doctor Zhivago"
was released in 1965, it was pounced upon by the critics, who found it a
picture-postcard view of revolution, a love story balanced uneasily atop a
painstaking reconstruction of
Sometimes
one must admit one is precisely that sort of person. I agree that the plot of
"Doctor Zhivago" lumbers noisily from
nowhere to nowhere. That the characters undergo inexplicable
changes of heart and personality. That it is not easy to care much about
Zhivago himself, in Omar Sharif's
soulful but bewildered performance. That the life of the
movie is in its corners (the wickedness of Rod Steiger's
voluptuary, the solemn pomposity of Tom Courtenay's
revolutionary). That "Lara's Theme," by Maurice Jarre, goes on the same shelf as "Waltzing
Matilda" as tunes that threaten to drive me mad.
And
yet the stage has running water, and the horses look real enough to ride. "Doctor
Zhivago," restored and revived for its 30th anniversary, is an example of superb old-style craftsmanship
at the service of a soppy romantic vision, and although its portentous
historical drama evaporates once you return to the fresh air, watching it can
be seductive. Consider, for example, the early shot of the red star glowing
above the dark tunnel opening where the workers march in and out. The shot of a child peering through a frosted pane with the claws
of branches tapping against it. The cavalry charge on the Bolshevik
marchers. Or the way snow crystals dissolve into flowers, and a flower
dissolves into Lara's face.
Lean
did nothing less than recreate
The
story is based on Boris Pasternak's novel, much praised on its publication in
1958 as a daring defiance of Russian censorship. So it was, but today the
story, especially as it has been simplified by Lean and his screenwriter,
Robert Bolt, seems political in the same sense "Gone With the Wind"
is political, as spectacle and backdrop, without ideology.
The
specific political content of "Doctor Zhivago"
is seen mostly as sideshow: Charges by the Czar's
troops on demonstrating students; the caution of Alec Guinness' Soviet
official; the unyielding way in which Tom Courtenay's
general, once a poet, now says "history has no room for personal
feelings." "Doctor Zhivago" believes
that history should have a lot of room for personal feelings - that the
problems of its little people do amount to more than a hill of beans - and
that's perhaps why the Russian's didn't like Pasternak: He argued for the
individual over the state, the heart over the mind.
The
first two hours of the 200-minute movie are the best, and the most personal. Rod
Steiger gives one of the performances of his career
as Victor Komarovsky, the investor and scoundrel who
victimizes first a woman and then her daughter, Lara (Julie Christie). Zhivago (Omar Sharif) first meets
Lara at this time; he attends at the mother's deathbed, and later looks on as
she enters a wedding party and shoots at Komarovsky,
gaining a vision that he will carry with him through his marriage to the loyal
and steadfast Tonya (Geraldine Chaplin).
Zhivago is cold to Komarovsky: "What happens to a girl like that when a
man like you is finished with her?" The response is colder:
"Interested? I give her to you - as a wedding present." This sets up Zhivago's romantic obsession, which finds its moral
justification when the doctor meets Lara, now a nurse, behaving heroically on a
battlefield. There is the temptation to get so swept up in their idealism that
we forget (come on!) that the old doctor-and-nurse routine is a venerable
building block of soap opera.
Watching the film again, I found it hard to
believe that the Chaplin character could be so understanding.
Later, when Komarovsky offers Lara an opportunity to
save the life of herself and her child, call me a realist, but I thought she
should have taken it. And the final pathetic scene, with Zhivago
staggering after the woman on the
DR. ZHIVAGO (STAR) (STAR) (STAR)
Yuri Omar Sharif
Lara Julie Christie
Tonya Geraldine
Chaplin
Komarovsky Rod Steiger
Directed by
David Lean. Written by Robert Bolt, based on the novel
by Boris Pasternak.