Pygmalion (1938)
Asquith and Howard
Review in two parts, because that’s how it works:
Act One
This is one a strange movie. I mean it’s really strange. The style is like an early British Hitchcock, but it’s seems as though it were written by a hung-over Preston Sturges. It’s just an awkward, awkward film. It’s kind of like the very earliest electronic music. You get a sense there may be something ingenious about it, but it’s more than a little painful and you’re just never quite sure.
Act Two
Until the end, I guess. By the end, the film becomes quite interesting, more play-like (Shaw), and dare I say, worth it. In summary, the elements are there, the depth and meaning is there. It’s only how we get from point A to point B that requires a bit of lenience, and patience, from someone like me. Oh, that and that point B is my life.
Drink: anything, and a lot, and some, and a lot of it.
Compare (superficially) with: My Man Godfrey and Sullivan’s Travels (big time)
Compare (stylistically) with: some other Shaw play?