Manolo says, it is Tuesday, time to see what the Manolo is…
Sadly, after watching Dr. Zhivago for the first time in many years, the Manolo concludes that it is the exceedingly beautiful movie, but also ponderous and ultimately unconvincing.
Laying aside the ridiculousness of the plot, and the sudden and inexplicable manner in which various characters act in ways that are contrary to their essence, the biggest fault is that Omar Sharif, although dreamily handsome, is strangely inert. His standard response to any complication or problem is bewilderment, the charming little half-smile and cocked head of the stupefied man.
Rage, man, rage against the manifest injustices of the new order! Don’t just stand there looking like the handsome idiot.
Sadly, the ridiculous plot does little to help Sharif make the most of his meager talents, as by the end, one is forced to conclude that Zhivago, the character, is also the idiot.