David Lane's films are typical English films. Not that the director is British or British-made, but the characters. Colonel Lawrence of Arabia and Commander Nicholson in bridge on the river kwai are the most typical Englishmen, with a temper that others can't imitate.

Lawrence is a real person in history. He was originally a scholar who studied Arabia. During the war, Lawrence, dressed in Arabic costumes, commanded Arab tribal troops to attack the city and was honored as a "saint" by local people. His fascination and dedication to foreign cultures in the desert is a miracle. Desert is a utopia far from modern civilization. Lawrence's passion there, including his sense of superiority, reminds me of the American colonel who is king in the depths of the Mekong River in Apocalypse Now, although from a secular point of view, they belong to both good and evil. I think it is a wise decision to transfer Lawrence from Arabia. After the war, Lawrence became a mortal again in a rural town in England, and finally died in a car accident like ordinary people.

Lawrence took 50 Arabs across the Niford Desert. When he arrived at his destination, he found that a young man had left the team and insisted on going back to find him. A leader tried to stop him: "What did you bring us here for? For your conceit? "

When Lawrence came back and finally brought back the dying stragglers from the desert, a saint was born. This is the most wonderful scene in film history. Time magazine once commented on this photo: "(Widescreen) is as open as the door of a huge melting pot, and the audience is absorbed in the melting flash of pure gold sand and stares at the emptiness, glory and infinity, just as they stare at the eyes of God."

Only in this lens can you understand Lawrence's rescue of stragglers. Lawrence appeared like a saint. He left his secular life in the English countryside, his accidental body, and unexpectedly met a great spirit in the utopia created by war. Or, at this moment, Lawrence is the great spirit itself. In this sense, I must emphasize once again that moving to Lawrence is a wise decision. In his eyes, war and other people's lives are a stage where he can show his dedication. And his dedication has nothing to do with life and death.

This role is purer than commander Nicholson, and his temper is metaphysical. For Lawrence, Nicholson's dilemma does not exist at all. His dilemma transcends the national and secular justice, and his dilemma is actually peace or secular life.

Lawrence died as soon as he left Arabia. The man who had a motorcycle accident in the English countryside was nothing more than Lawrence's strange body.