My Fair Lady

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As a kid I watched My Fair Lady on the big screen: a film that won eight Academy Awards in 1964. I am in my middle fifties now. One of the advantages of having living more than half a century is that you remember My Fair Lady as if you had watched it a couple of weeks ago. This means that the visual mores of the time are still fresh in my mind as if it was something that (psychologically) happened a fortnight ago. My little sisters treasured their memories too and talked about the movie at home.

My Fair Lady can be watched on YouTube, at least in the country in which I am living for the moment. If you click here, starting with “Pickering, why can’t a woman be more like a man?” (hour 2:28 to 2:32), you will see that “a fortnight ago” men regarded women as totally different creatures.

For people of my age it is as if an esoteric fashion took over society “a fortnight ago” turning the world upside down—something absolutely impossible to transmit to younger people since they didn’t build their psyches in the early 1960s.

That’s why for people like me even most white nationalists are, mixing old film metaphors, body-snatched degenerates. We older folks still have memories of an age when decency and the most obvious facts about the differences between the sexes were widely acknowledged by most.

Nonetheless, even now, during the West’s darkest hour, the new generation can make a difference by failing to renew their Cable services; disconnect the aerial antenna to avoid temptations, purchase old-time movies in DVD form, and spend their relaxing hours watching only the films that their grandparents saw in the luxurious, old-fashioned theaters of yore.

Published in: on October 11, 2013 at 6:14 pm  Comments (5)  

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  1. This is one of my favorite works of art EVER. For me, the scene in which Jeremy Brett sings “On the Street Where You Live” is the precise moment Western Civilization peaked. An elegant, witty, well-mannered, educated, devoted, very decent White Man expresses a song that embodies the ideals of White romantic. Versus the naked rutting impulses of most other Races. The entire scene is flawlessly staged, and the visuals are perfect. Truly perfect. The colors of the scene, the photography, the lighting, the editing – it’s sublime.

    • Yes: unlike the minutes that I cited above, that’s one of the scenes I remembered since it made an impression on me as a child. But if you live it in a grand theater living with a family that behaved like that, when the institution of marriage was still solid, the mores amalgamate with your self—which is why presently I cannot tolerate the Jewish filth that so many in the movement gladly consume, even writing silly film reviews of contemporary movies, etc.

  2. Also – this is my favorite speech from the entire play/film:

    “Professor Henry Higgins: I know your head aches; I know you’re tired; I know your nerves are as raw as meat in a butcher’s window. But think what you’re trying to accomplish. Think what you’re dealing with. The majesty and grandeur of the English language, it’s the greatest possession we have. The noblest thoughts that ever flowed through the hearts of men are contained in its extraordinary, imaginative, and musical mixtures of sounds. And that’s what you’ve set yourself out to conquer Eliza. And conquer it you will”

    Amen.

  3. Could we get some more cinematic recommendations from our “forthnight ago” comrades on what other movies to check out? And please do not feel limited to movies about Aryan romantic love; let’s have those dealing with history, politics, miltary, etc. What is really good out there from the pre-darkest hour? And not necessarily from Hollywood; French, German, Russian or Italian flicks too, if you know them.

    Is the El Cid movie with Charlton Heston any good?


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