The Ten Commandments

The Ten Commandments

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My, how times have changed! Back in the days of Cecil B. DeMille’s riotously flatulent Exodus epic, a filmmaker with delusions of Godliness could be counted on to be benign. The Ten Commandments is a film that’s ripped out of the Old Testament, but (final Mt. Sinai bacchanal sequence aside) feels like the grandest archetypal mid-American Sunday School pageant ever produced (which for all intents and purposes is to say it’s a product of the post-Resurrection take on the events surrounding the creation of Moses’s oppressive law). Watching the showcase, which reverently documents Moses (Charlton Heston, in the role he believes he was born to play) and his calling to free Egypt’s Jew slaves from the hand of the tyrant Pharaoh, you can practically smell the potluck crock-pots simmering away in the church kitchenette. In stark contrast, and by most accounts, Mel Gibson’s ode to the key event of the New Testament fairly reeks of the retrograde brimstone characteristic of the Bible’s earlier, far more vengeance-oriented sections. Of course, I simplify sacred matters wildly, but so does DeMille’s 1956 blockbuster (also his final film). And thank the Lord for that. If you’re going to mount a nearly four-hour long production based on an ancient text, this is the way to do it—with an abundance of ornate sets and costumes, kitchy special effects, and a mind-blowingly stentorian cast backed up with literally thousands of extras. In the early history of narrative films, DeMille was always a cinematic shaman whose relationship with religious morality was primarily as an 11th-hour trump card which allowed him to film suggested orgies and Roman atrocities only to still lay down cheap redemption to send audiences out of theaters with their composure (and moral preconceptions) still intact. The Ten Commandments is hardly different from this model, but DeMille’s pre-code films got away with a lot more than Hollywood typically allowed in the 1950s. Which makes DeMille’s decision to cast the hysterically campy Yul Brynner and Anne Baxter in the crucial roles of the Pharaoh and his wife Nefretiri (who spends the entire film in a dizzy heat over Moses’s barrel-chest) an inspiration, whether intentional or simply by God’s fate. While Brynner’s huffy priss stops short of the obligatory homoeroticism that seems the mark of so many ‘50s historical spectacles (not to worry, John Derek’s wide-eyed, mouth-agape, head-tilted-back-as-he-grasps-Charlton’s-biceps performance, as Joshua, picks up the slack), Baxter’s performance rides high in the annals of camp. She leads with her chest, she bares her teeth in fits of jealous passion, she uses drapery and bejeweled accessories as her own personal weapons of seduction. Shit, the screenwriters almost didn’t even need to do her the favor of supplying such immortal lines of dialogue as “Oh Moses! You stubborn, splendid, adorable fool!” She (and she alone) carries the film through its somewhat tepid first few hours before DeMille the ringmaster starts firing on all cylinders, culminating in the sweeping melodrama, the go-for-broke majesty of the deservedly iconic Red Sea parting.


The video transfer doesn't look markedly improved from the first DVD pressing, which is a shame, since it had its share of edge-enhancement problems and artifacts (which, admittedly, were probably the result of the film's primitive matte effects and other process shots). Still, the color is fine in that garish, over-saturated Technicolor kind of way. The sound comes in a forced 5.1 surround mix (the kind that tend to emphasize both the strengths and the faults in old films' soundtracks) or a less bombastic stereo mix (as well as zee monaural François).


You gotta give it up to Katherine Orrison (author of Written in Stone, Ten Commandments' making-of book), whose stamina in supplying the film with a commentary track that rarely stops for a breath deserves some sort of prize. Her enthusiasm for the film is clear, and she has clearly done her research, so the track bounces between interesting backstage information and gushing over her love for the film's silent movie grandeur. It's not the most consistent commentary track you're likely to come across, but it's certainly one of the most ambitious. It almost makes the half-hour's worth of short documentaries on the making of the film seem redundant, but at least they offer us that lamentably rare treat of seeing Charlton Heston getting excited about something other than his cold dead hands. Also included are some snips from the archives: a newsreel of the New York premiere and three trailers from three eras (the last one of which, from 1989, makes one nostalgic for the days when quasi-macho-pious cinematic temples of doom were considered, briefly, old hat).


Anne Baxter tries to tame Charlton with the power of her royal poon, but her pheromones prove to be no match for Heston's NRA-approved staff.

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  • DVD-Video
  • Dual-Layer Disc
  • Region 1
  • Aspect Ratio
  • 1.85:1 Anamorphic Widescreen
  • Dolby Digital Formats
  • English 5.1 Surround
  • English 2.0 Surround
  • French 1.0 Mono
  • DTS
  • None
  • Subtitles & Captions
  • English Subtitles
  • Special Features
  • Audio Commentary by Katherine Orrison
  • 6-part documentary
  • Newsreel: New York premiere
  • Theatrical Trailers from 1956, 1966 and 1989 releases
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    Release Date
    March 9, 2004
    Paramount Home Video
    220 min
    Cecil B. DeMille
    Charlton Heston, Yul Brynner, Anne Baxter, Edward G. Robinson, Yvonne De Carlo, Debra Paget, John Derek, Sir Cedric Hardwicke, Nina Foch, Martha Scott, Judith, anderson, Vincent Price, John Carradine (and the lady who screams, "The chariots! Aaah! Run for your lives!")