Oh my, Higgins really needs a slap in the face.

I don't know what's sillier—one, that Higgins' method of teaching is having her say words until she inexplicably will start to say them right; or two, that it worked.

My Fair Lady is one of the all-time great musicals, no doubt about it. Hadn't seen it since I was a kid, but with adult eyes and ears, it not only still stands up, but becomes even more interesting. Its attack on the class system via language, its takedown of the elitist upper crust, its empowerment of women (note not only the suffragettes in the background but how the story doesn't resolve into the usual romantic formula) and the poor (an effect of America's lack of an aristocracy)... it's all much more socio-political a story than you'd imagine. Whether or not she sings her own songs, Audrey Hepburn is never not watchable as Eliza Doolittle, but it's Rex Harrison's Professor Higgins and his faux wife Pickering (Wilfrid Hyde-White) who are my favorites characters. Harrison in particular manages to portray an arrogant, elitist misogynist and make us like him. And the movie certainly doesn't skimp on the songs, which have particularly good rhyming schemes. Great from start to finish.