Memorable Moments from THE WAR LORD
Folks, please indulge me. I love THE WAR LORD so much that I can't help but comment many times on it.
I own two (2) VHS copies. One copy is still unopened and is my reserve copy. I keep re-watching only one of the VHS copies. Already the beginning part of the tape is showing signs of fading. I can't find a DVD copy, Region 1.
This movie has a lot of enjoyable, sometimes unintentionally funny, sometimes sentimental, heart-moving scenes. Here are some of mine.
1) This is a time where good manners and courtesy seem not to have evolved yet.
Chrysagon tells Bronwyn that he thought all marsh people had spotted bellies
and webbed toes. Bronwyn asks Chrysagon, "Do you believe that?"
"Not since I saw you in the lake." replies Chrysagon. Try imagine yourself
making a comment like that about someone else's ethnic or racial group
today.
2) I love the giant, white, crested hawk that comes with the castle and is a
permanent resident in Chrysagon's bed chamber. The hawk gets to watch all
the action going on between Chrysagon and Bronwyn and in turn doesn't have
to do anything or any work, just sit on his perch all day and night, making
screeching/squawking noises. He's just a big, oversized parrot-pet who
can't mimic human speech.
3) Scene where Chrysagon first meets Bronwyn in the marsh where she's been
tending a small herd of pigs: Chrysagon's main henchmen make sport and
ribald remarks about Bronwyn. These are well-mannered henchmen who don't
use curse words or sex talk. Hey, it's a 1965 movie. Bors sends the
henchmen on their way along with the hunting dogs. Seeing the naked
Bronwyn in the water and looking back at Chrysagon, Bors gives Chrysagon a
sly, mischievious look in his own eyes, not speaking a single word, before
galloping off, leaving Chrysagon alone with Bronwyn, presumably for
Chrysagon to enjoy some 'quality' time with the local girl. I just LOVE
that sly look in Bors' eyes and the only time we see something of a smile
in the tough man's face through the entire movie.
4) Bors is definitely a paternalistic, big-brother, male-nanny type figure
to Sir Chrysagon de la Croix. Even in this time period of he-man, slash and
slay, no-pain, all guts, take-no-prisoners, machoman warriors, there's room
for warmth and deep-seated affection between men that doesn't have to invoke
homosexuality or homophobia. I found myself moved very sentimentally by it
all.
In the last scenes, Chrysagon has narrowly escaped an assassination attempt
by Bronwyn's legal husband, Marc. Wounded by Marc, Chrysagon leans by a big
oak tree. He is weary, weary in body, weary in spirit and soul, despairing
in that all the fighting he's done throughout his life...all the bloodshed
up to now has been pointless and for nothing. Chrysagon realizes the only
thing that's ever mattered in his life now has been his love for Bronwyn,
a young, village nubile maiden who's even beneath his social class. Bors
intuitively senses and feels the weariness, emotional anguish, and despair
of his son-like figure, Chrysagon. Bors hugs Chrysagon as Chrysagon sighs
that he is tired, very tired. Bors tenderly touches the hair on Chrysagon's
head. When I first saw this movie as a youngster, I could have sworn that
I saw Bors affectionately kiss Chrysagon on the top of his head. But in my
VHS copy I don't see it.
5) The unfolding love between Chrysagon and Bronwyn is very riveting, even for
dudes like me.
A woman writer once wrote that women are drawn most to the men that can
hurt them the most.
Bronwyn is terrified, at least initially, of Chrysagon, yet finds herself
compellingly drawn to him.
This helps support my personal theory that women are prisoners as much of
their own primal mating instincts as are men. Women can't resist tough,
dangerous men like Chrysagon. Their thinking brains might be crying out
'danger', but their libidos, their ids, their instincts and reproductive
systems are all going into overdrive. Bronwyn at first fears the strength
and masculine power of Chrysagon, but from the moment she's touched him, in
the bedchamber where she held his wrists, she's drawn magnetically to this
man whom she first feared as a her possible rapist.
6) I loved that scene where tough man, surrogate big-brother, male nanny BORS
tells Bronwyn to hold Chrysagon's wrists as he applies a red-hot iron to
Chrysagon's infected shoulder wound. "...take ten men to hold.." explains
Bors, "...or one woman".