The War Lord
Charlton Heston & Richard Boone
1965
123 minutes
In some recent YT vids about Excalibur, this film was brought up as a 'companion piece' of sorts to Boorman's Arthurian epic, a distant cousin that echoed some of its visual identity and thematic elements. I'd never heard of 'The War Lord' before this so I was, of course, immediately compelled, giver what a fan I am of Excalibur.
The movie isn't being provided as part of any of my streaming subscriptions so I was forced to purchase it on BD for 15 bucks through Amazon and I can say that it was money well spent. While it is an antiquated piece of cinema that shows its age, it's also a surprisingly deep film with some interesting questions about class relations and the nature of temptation and what it does to us the longer we are exposed to it. The production values, for their time, are quite impressive, especially as it concerns the stunt work of so many men-at-arms being thrown about or falling to their deaths off of siege towers and bridges.
In the film, Charlton Heston plays Lord Chrysagon, a knight tasked by his master Duke William of Ghent with taking governance of a Norman coastal settlement in order to protect it from Frisian raiders (the film takes place in the 11th century, by the by). Chrysagon has been given instructions to be mindful of the customs and traditions of the village's inhabitants and not to trample on their beliefs, which are pagan and not at all in alignment with those of their Norman rulers. But Duke William is a savvy sort of fellow and understands that rulership is not simply about beating your subjects into submission but allowing them their proclivities because politics is as much about the socio as it is about the economic and the tactical.
Chrysagon falls for one of the village's girls, a beautiful young woman named Bronwyn (Rosemary Forsyth) and he learns that the ancient pagan rite of 'prima nocte' is in full effect here. The village elder, Bronwyn's foster father Odins (Niall MacGinnis), tells Chrysagon that if he is going to do this, it must be under the old ways so that it is an act of permission rather than the violation of rape. But Chrysagon finds himself smitten with Bronwyn and when the morning comes, he refuses to allow her to return to her home as was part of the custom. Add to this that Bronwyn is likewise attracted to Chrysagon and you have a situation where two people that have fallen in love are both breaking from their traditions and agreements in order to be with one another. This leads to the villagers aligning with the Frisians, who have their own axe to grind with Chrysagon (he unknowingly abducted the Frisian chief's son in the opening battle of the film and they want him back) and you have all the makings of a revolt via alliance of convenience.
I suppose that the parts of this film that coalesce with Excalibur are in its emerald depiction of forested lands and its themes of the old world of paganjism clashing with the new (relatively speaking, since it's the 11th century) faith of the One True God. In Excalibur, Merlin seemed all too willing to leave the world behind, recognizing that his time and the time of his ways had come. In The War Lord, however, Duke William's own permissiveness of pagan rites is a short term solution always ready to cause problems. I'm not so certain I understand the relation between the two films beyond this but I suppose I'll have to think more about it to draw a parallel.
The action scenes, in particular the sword fighting, is quite energized and well choreographed. There is an immediacy and an intensity to them that isn't even present in most modern day films, although I suppose that has a little to do with the fact that women are almost never going to be convincing in martial roles unless they come from that background (Gina Carano, Cynthia Rothrock, et. al). And unlike a lot of modern fare which is often overchoreographed to the point of absurdity, Heston's motion is pure, essential and necessary for the act. No flipping or unnecessary flourishes here, just brutal strokes and counterblows. But Heston seems a deft hand with a sword in this movie and I am convinced of his ability in this respect. We don't see guys like Heston anymore; rugged looking dudes that seemed to materialize out of the wilderness in such a way that you believe they've lived there all their lives and only graced us with their presence for the running length of a feature film. Nowadays, guys are all super buff war machines (Arnold can be thanked/blamed for that, I suppose) or pathetic candy asses that can move their hands really fast, which passes for combat prowess. Heston, for all of his dramatic presence, seems like a guy that was made from building decks and working on manual transmissions.
I give the movie a 4 out of 5. A cinematic curiosity with a lot more to say than I was expecting.