Cromwell (1970)
(On Cable TV, March 2022) As far as my embarrassingly short attention span is concerned, only two things save Cromwell from the weight of its hefty two hours and twenty-five minutes (back when that did not include five minutes’ worth of end credits)—a sense of characters dealing with epochal changes, and a central battle sequence that has endured much better than you’d expect. Otherwise, well, steel yourself for an extended history lesson painted with mud and maximalist production design. The cast is worth some attention, with Richard Harris and Alec Guiness staring at each other as they debate the changing nature of the British monarchy. Also worth noting is a very young Timothy Dalton in a supporting role. But there’s a limit to what actors can do with an overlong script, and Cromwell doesn’t take a long time to grate, as speeches upon speeches and digressions upon tangents all serve to dilute the film’s most interesting elements. A battle sequence does spice things up, but then it’s back to dark brown rooms for more soliloquies and period detail. I probably would have given this better marks had I been in the mood for a British history lesson—but at this moment, it feels like far too much too little added value. It’s amazing to consider that Cromwell’s original cut was (we’re told) around three hours and fifteen minutes. Wake me up once the 85-minute version hits.