My Fair Lady

I watched My Fair Lady (1964) last night, which I believe was a first viewing. I'm not sure whether to be intrigued by its subversive Hitchcock-ian idea of a man trying to create his perfect woman or repulsed by its oddly inert visual and emotional sense. While I'm trying to figure that out, I'll mention that it has one certifiably great set piece - the Ascot races - in which its frozen demeanor plays to the moment. Plus it's delightful to watch Audrey Hepburn in perfect English diction describe her suspicions of the murder of her relative to a bunch of frigid aristocrats.