If there is something that draws my attention from the pundits of white nationalism it is that they make reviews of recent films omitting that, unlike the cinema of yesteryear, they are pure poison for the white race. For example, in this quarantine millions of whites are actively poisoning their souls with Netflix and few complain.
In contrast yesterday I finished watching, once again, My Fair Lady of which I had already written something on this site in 2013.
Like classical music, it is a type of cinema that the younger generations of white advocacy are not only incapable of watching on the big screen, but even incapable to appreciate if they obtained the DVD to watch it on their televisions.
The disconnect between the pundits of the alt-right with the traditional legacy of the seventh art is so enormous that, when they opine about an old movie, they can say things that only reflect their ignorance. Not long ago, for example, commenting on my favourite film 2001: A Space Odyssey, in a conversation with Richard Spencer a certain Mark, a Hollywood expert, interpreted absurd things about the intentions of Kubrick. I know they are absurd because I have studied Arthur Clarke’s philosophy since the 1980s and read his biography, and Kubrick’s too, so I know the message of his most famous sci-fi novels thoroughly. (I even exchanged correspondence with Clarke in the 1990s, who was very impressed by a journal I sent him as it mentioned the obituary of a certain Benson Herbert, whom he had not dealt with since before World War II.)
But I wanted to talk about something else. One of the reasons this site doesn’t talk about news is because after a few days the media sometimes picks up info that the most radical bloggers had already said on their websites. For example, some of my recent posts mention that the Chinese virus may have come out of a Wuhan lab. I didn’t imagine, when I posted it, that Hannity would talk about it on Fox News soon after, inviting senators who also show their outrage about how these revelations change our views on the pandemic. I could have kept my policy of not talking about that kind of news. But the thing is, I never expected the MSM to bring up the lab scandal so soon. So I generally prefer to talk about things that won’t be said in the mainstream media.
What I experienced these nights before going to bed, for example, watching some minutes of My Fair Lady every midnight until after a few nights I finished it, is a subject not only that won’t appear on MSM but also on racialist forums. And it’s important to talk about it because in these times of lockdown racially conscious whites could try to start getting acquainted with the old cinema that contained good messages (recently I was talking about the movie Shane for example).
If there’s one thing I liked about My Fair Lady now that I saw it once more it’s that it reminds me of the days when men were men and women women (when Hollywood and TV now re-enact older times they put women as early feminists). Ever since I saw My Fair Lady as a child I have loved the idea of learning to speak English—real English—through phonetic exercises: the passion of Professor Henry Higgins. The original musicality of Shakespeare’s language should be a goal to be achieved in the ethnostate, in the unlikely event that Anglo-Saxons save their stock from extinction.
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“My Fair Lady” is one of my very, very favorite films. First – it’s simply GORGEOUS to behold. The photography, sets, costumes – and actors – SUBLIME! Audrey Hepburn was at her peak of beauty. Rex Harrison was splendid, as always. I love the character actors, though, as well as the leads, and Wilfred Hyde White is simply delightful as Col. Pickering. The dialogue and interpretations are SO English! I’ve seen the film about a billion times. I don’t ever tire of this treat.
My favorite moments are, in ascending order, Liza’s scene at the Races, when she is chatting with the toffs. Hepburn was such a luminous beauty that it’s very easy to overlook her gifts as a comedienne. He performance in that scene is FLAWLESS. I never fail to laugh, even though I could quote the entire scene from memory. “…what is you snickering at?” Ha! The perfection of that scene!
And my next favorite moment is near the end, after Eliza has fled the house. Higgins and Pickering are trying to find her. Pickering is on the phone with Bosie, an old pal in the Home Office, that he hasn’t seen or spoken too in 30 years. Hyde White perfectly conveys the breezy camaraderie and affinity that English College chums would have. No angst. No long, dreary explanations as to why they hadn’t spoken in 30 years. No awkwardness. Pickering had a job to do – and old chum Bosie is right there to help a mate! It’s so beautiful that my tears fill my eyes. This is what “English” MEANS.
Finally – the pinnacle of the film (as well as Western Civilization!), for me, is the scene in which Jeremy Brett, as Freddy Eynsford-Hill, sings “On the Street Where You Live”. Brett was a stunningly beautiful man. Young and flawless. His own personal demons had not yet begin to wreak havoc on Brett. He had a wonderful voice, and was a very fine actor. But the entire scene is perfectly done, an every way. Exquisite beyond words. After that – the entire world began to decay.
Yes: I have the melody of that very song resonating in my mind at the moment of writing these letters.
One of my favorite scenes is when all were praising Professor Higgins after the big success at the ball while nobody complimented the fair lady, which was left alone in the corner, who should have been praised as much as the professor.
Those were times when no Gook, Jew, ‘Hispanic’ or Negro appeared on the silver screen, at least not as major characters. In My Fair Lady no non-white appears as far as I remember.
Wikipedia says: On the Street Where You Live” is a song with music by Frederick Loewe and lyrics by Alan Jay Lerner from the 1956 Broadway musical My Fair Lady.
Frederick Loewe and Alan Jay Lerner are both Jews. Incredible.
Perhaps it’s because the film was based on George Bernard Shaw’s 1913 stage play, Pygmalion?
And yet, the film is made by jew George Cukor (who made many of this type of films). Strange.
It is not so strange if we see that the Jews sometimes make a film with a good message to win the trust of the Gentiles, and then they make films with bad messages.
2001 by Kubrick✡ represents a pretty good message. But after this film he made Clockwork Orange with so bad messages that it was banned in England throughout the 20th century.
Commandor – throughout most of the Twentieth Century, America and other Western Nations were majority White. The Jews infesting our Nation HAD to accommodate the tastes and mores of the White majorities. They were working under the radar, so to speak, with their destruction and subversion. Remember the “corny” TV shows of the 1950’s and early 1960’s. The shows revolved around family life, with a strong, caring father, a devoted home-maker mother, and moral lessons. Even crime or police shows always followed of pattern of reliable, trustworthy authority figures, and honest, hard-working police. The Bad Guys were always caught and punished. The moral universe didn’t “flip” until the 1960′ when Frankfurt Shul subversion and Nation Wrecking really kicked in.
“My Fair Lady” was released in 1964, and is based on the very popular and successful stage musical – which was based on George Bernard Shaw’s play “Pygmalion”. The antecedents of the musical are English. Most of the dialogue in the musical is taken directly from GBS’ play. The music – I know Jews wrote the score – but Lerner and Lowe did write beautiful, lilting songs. Their talent cannot be denied. If Jews just stuck to writing music, they be fine. But they don’t, and they aren’t.
“My Fair Lady” – the film, was one of the very last works of art created before the collapse of Western Civilization began. I am going to enjoy the film for as long as I can.
Cesar, can you please provide us with a long list of such classics, edifying films you recommend? Some of the films you’ve mentioned through the years – Pride & Prejudice, My Fair Lady, 2001: A Space Odyssey, Sleeping Beauty – are among my favorites. We could use a comprehensive list now more than ever during quarantine to uplift our spirits and remind us of true Aryan power and beauty. Other favorites of mine include The Quiet Man, The Best Years of Our Lives, Zulu, and the Leopard. A list from you, and further posts analyzing these works, would be much appreciated.
I agree with Denise’s sentiment’s – My Fair Lady was one of the last great Western works of art. My favorite song has always been “The Rain in Spain,” that glorious moment when Eliza makes her first breakthrough in speaking proper English.
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I didn’t mean analysis of the films I had just mentioned, but further analysis of edifying, uplifting films for the Aryan spirit would be much appreciated.
I’ll think about the list this morning.
As to the rain in Spain, didn’t Eliza purposely succeed because she was validated as a person for the first time by Higgins, right before that?
Yes, This is true. Henry spoke to Eliza as one thoughtful, sentient Human Being to another. His patronizing attitude, was “thoughtless” dismissive prior to that. He was putting her through a sort of a boot camp. Was she worth his efforts – and would she be able to endure and succeed? Because, remember – SHE CAME TO HIM. He didn’t seek her out. SHE sought HIM. She was honest enough, with herself, to realize she had to improve her SELF in order to improve her circumstances. In order to improve her very life. This integrity and honesty puts this “character” way ahead of most of the actual people that ever lived. This is why this story is important. We teach and learn from the stories we tell. Or we SHOULD.
Back that Rain in Spain moment. All 3, Higgins, Eliza, and my beloved Pickering are weary. Not merely by the hour – but by the struggle. Sometimes, when one is struggling and fighting and working and slogging to no avail – day after day, week after week, year after year – you forget why you are even doing what you’re doing. They were reaching that point. Higgin’s explanation of what they are trying to accomplish – well I didn’t list this as my FAVORITE scene, because I regard this as one of the most profound things I have ever heard in my life. It’s….received wisdom. It’s deeply, deeply personal. It’s not just a scene in a film or play, to me. It’s as vital and eternal as anything ever thought or expressed. And the language is…perfect.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xmADMB2utAo