Film

My Fair Lady

Name: My Fair Lady
Genre: Comedy, Romance, Music
Released: 1964
Cast: Audrey Hepburn, Rex Harrison, Stanley Holloway, Wilfrid Hyde-White, Gladys Cooper

A lavish adaptation of Shaw's Pygmalion, all velvet frocks and Cecil Beaton hats, where a phonetics professor bets he can pass a Cockney flower-seller off as a duchess. It's less romance than duel — Rex Harrison snapping, Hepburn (dubbed by Marni Nixon) blooming — with Lerner and Loewe's songs doing the emotional work the plot won't. Gorgeous, funny, and quietly unresolved about who actually wins.

TMDb rating

7.5

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