Cary Cooper

(On Cable TV, May 2020) Taken by itself and in isolation, The Lives of a Bengal Lancer is a decent adventure film. It features Cary Cooper and others as British Empire soldiers sent to a remote outpost in India, where they get to smack down rebels, talk back to superiors and pick up a massive machine gun to mow down attackers. As a boys’ adventure is faraway land, it’s competently executed (albeit shot in the hills around Los Angeles), decently acted and scripted with an eye toward thrilling viewers. The problem begins when looking at the film’s legacy, or interrogating it from a modern perspective. The Lives of a Bengal Lancer was rewarded by good box-office results, lauded by numerous Oscar nominations, and provided Cooper with a steady paycheque playing that kind of character in that kind of movie for several years. So far so good, except—it was so convincing in its articulation of colonialism that it became one of Hitler’s favourite films, and spawned a subgenre of British Imperial adventure films—some of them horrifyingly racist (i.e.: Gunga Din). For a time, Hollywood became a more effective proponent of British conquest than the British film industry itself and that can all be traced back to this film. Looking at it with modern lens does it no favours either—it’s plodding and naïve, especially if you start questioning the foundations of what the film has to say about the presence of its English-speaking characters in such faraway lands. Clearly, the 1930s were a different time and the ability to appreciate films like The Lives of a Bengal Lancer requires a higher suspension of empathy than others.