A robust adventure about two British adventurers who take over primitive Kafiristan as "godlike" rulers, meeting a tragic end through their desire for a native girl. Based on a short story by Rudyard Kipling.
From the upper echelon of boys own adventures comes - The Man Who Would Be King!
Two ex-servicemen are lolling around colonial India, it's just the start of a journey that will see them in Kafiristan. Here the mountain dwellers believe the rouge white fellows to be Gods, and thus things are about to get very interesting indeed.
Written by master writer Rudyard Kipling, directed by behemoth John Huston and starring British legends Sean Connery & Michael Caine, there really isn't any way this film could have failed - sure enough the picture exudes a classy structure that is coupled with deftly smart writing. The Man Who Would Be King was a project that John Huston had coveted for many a year (decade), as far back as the 40s he was looking to adapt the Kipling short with Humphrey Bogart & Clark Gable in the leads. Some time after it was mooted that he fancied Peter O'Toole & Richard Burton to play Messrs Dravot & Carnehan. Fast forward to 1975 and the eventual pairing of Caine & Connery now looks like a masterstroke of casting, and it really is impossible to imagine anyone else in the roles of the amoral scavenger duo of the piece. in short, the wait for the film was indeed worth it.
That the film is known as an adventure genre staple is a given, but it should be noted that in amongst the delightful fusion of fantasy and swashbuckling values, there lies wonderful characterisation, cheeky sly glances at the power crazy, imperialism, greed, and it pulses a political beat. A highly entertaining picture that stands up really well ever more today in this new millennium age. I mean it's got Caine & Connery playing rapscallions for Gods sake! Enough said there me thinks! 8/10
**A magnificent adventure film that adapts to the cinema a short story by Rudyard Kipling about greed, and the price that can be paid for it.**
Born in India, Rudyard Kipling is one of the most distinguished British writers of the late 19th century, and perhaps one of the most prolific. Seeing a list of his written work is an exercise in patience, and if we think that he wrote it all in sunlight or gas and using a dip pen, without computers or electric light to see better, it is truly remarkable.
Coming from an aristocratic family closely linked to colonial life, he had a conservative upbringing and his youth is indelibly linked to India, which he always portrayed as something idyllic. Still in India, he had a Portuguese Catholic nanny, with whom he prayed. Already in adult life, he traveled and got to know well the United States and the East. But Kipling was a man of his time, and that time was the height of British rule in India, the time of the British Empire. And he, according to the education and values he received, always believed in the civilizing value of the colonial mission of the European peoples – and particularly of the United Kingdom, his homeland, which he always defended without caring about the consequences of the use of force. A profound jingoist, he paid for it years later: in World War I, he lost a son in combat and was particularly active in collaborating with the Red Cross and comforting the wounded. And curiously, he was perhaps one of the first to see the danger that came with the rise of Hitler and Mussolini.
This film, inspired by one of the author's most controversial stories, tells us about the ambition and greed of two British soldiers who decide to take advantage of the naivety of an isolated population in a desolate area of today's Pakistan. They decide to go there, knowing that there were many tribal wars, and become kings of those people. With free access to whatever riches they could get their hands on, they hoped to return to England rich. This short story is a critique against the ambition of some Englishmen and the unfair way in which the locals were robbed of their values. I am sure that Kipling knew and condemned such excesses. And the movie is faithful to his tale.
John Huston did an excellent job on this film, which stands out among his filmography as one of the director's best works. In addition to being able to give us the epic, beautiful and fearsome aroma of the region where everything takes place, he manages to extract the best from a very strong cast, led by three titanic actors: Michael Caine, Christopher Plummer and Sean Connery. If we have high regard for each one's talent and journey, it is truly unmissable to see them together. Even though they are two greedy adventurers, Caine and Connery's work manages to make us like their characters, particularly Connery, whose character makes an extraordinary dramatic arc: he really starts to care about those people.
The film has excellent cinematography, with bold colors and plenty of lighting, but what is truly remarkable is the choice of filming locations, which center around Morocco. The rugged beauty of the mountains is magnetic, and the omnipresent sense of danger, even in the most peaceful of situations, locks us into the canvas. Maurice Jarre wrote the soundtrack, which may well be among the composer's best.
"Danny" (Sean Connery) and "Peachy" (Michael Caine) are a pair of chancers at the height of the Raj in British India, who decide that they need to go make their fortune. Thanks to a little help from Rudyard Kipling (Christopher Plummer), they learn of the land of Kafiristan up on the Hindu Kush where the map makers have yet to arrive. Using all of their wits and guile, the pair head north and eventually find themselves training an army of agrarian villagers with the help of the translator "Billy the Fish" (Saeed Jaffrey). Pretty soon they have themselves a reputation, and that only becomes more revered when "Danny" is struck by an arrow in the heart! Except, it gets nowhere near his body. Never let the truth get in the way of a good story, though, and so he pretends it's a symbol of his immortality which the local populace lap up. Now they win battles just by showing up, and he starts believing in his own publicity. When he encounters the beautiful "Roxanne" (Shakira Caine) he goes into full Alexander the Great mode but you know what they say about pride... This is a great looking drama that, though filmed in Morocco, looks every inch the part as the marauding tribesmen play polo with a head in bag, the priests throng through the countryside of warring communities and there's a strongly entertaining and mischievous chemistry afoot between a Connery and Caine who are clearly enjoying themselves. It's top quality boys-own stuff with adventures galore and also a bit of a message about greed (in all of it's forms) and friendship. It hits the ground running and a bit like Errol Flynn's "Kim" (1950) showcases the adaptability of Kipling's stories of derring-do perfectly. Good fun, this.