When, in the 1937 movie, Lost Horizon, Robert Conway (Ronald Coleman) asks the lama Fr. Perrault (the inimitable Sam Jaffe) the secret of life in the absolutely secluded, strange and miraculous Himalayan mountain valley, he answers simply: BE KIND.
This film wrings my heart, and always has. I should have listed it as one of my favorites, and I will change the "About Me" on this so-called "blog" to reflect that. BE KIND, such a basic rule of life, yet one we too often forget. I think it is time for everyone to get it out and run it again. The book, by John Hilton, was written the year I was born.
Here is some dialog:
Lost Horizon (film)
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Lost Horizon is a 1937 film about a group of travelers who find a utopian society in the Himalaya mountains.
Directed by Frank Capra. Written by Robert Riskin, based on the novel by James Hilton.
Mightiest entertainment in all screen history! taglines
Contents[hide]
1 Robert Conway
2 Sondra Bizet
3 George Conway
4 Chang
5 Lord Gainesford
6 Others
7 Dialogue
8 Taglines
9 Cast
10 External links
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[edit] Robert Conway
It's time we were told what it's all about. We want to know why we were kidnapped, why we're being kept here, but most important of all, do we get the porters and when? Until we get this information, my dear Mr. Chang, I am very much afraid we cannot permit you to leave this room....
[to the High Lama] It's astonishing and incredible, but...you're the man...You're still alive, Father Perrault!
When we were on that plane, I was fascinated by the way its shadow followed it. That silly shadow, racing along over mountains and valleys, covering ten times the distance of the plane, and yet always there to greet us with outstretched arms when we landed. And I've been thinking that somehow, you're that plane, and I'm that silly shadow. That all my life, I've been rushing up and down hills, leaping rivers, crashing over obstacles, never dreaming that one day that beautiful thing in flight would land on this earth and into my arms.
Something grand and beautiful, George. Something I've been searching for all my life. The answer to the confusion and bewilderment of a lifetime. I've found it, George, and I can't leave it. You mustn't either.
[to George, about Maria] She's a fragile thing that can only live where fragile things are loved. Take her out of this valley and she'll fade away like an echo.
[edit] Sondra Bizet
[to Robert] I saw a man whose life was empty...Oh I know, it was full of this and full of that. But you were accomplishing nothing. You were going nowhere, and you knew it. As a matter of fact, all I saw was a little boy whistling in the dark.
[to Robert] You're absolutely right. And I had to come all the way to a pigeon house in Shangri-La to find the only other person in the world who knew it. May I congratulate you?
[edit] George Conway
You may not know it, but you're all prisoners here who were literally kidnapped and brought here and nobody knows why. Well, I'm not content to be a prisoner. I'm going to find out when we're going to get out of this place. I'll make that Chinese talk if it's the last thing I do.
[to Robert] What else can I think after a tale like that?...I think you've been hypnotized by a lot of loose-brained fanatics.
[edit] Chang
To put it simply, I should say that our general belief was in moderation. We preach the virtue of avoiding excesses of every kind, even including excess of virtue itself...We find in the valley it makes for greater happiness among the natives. We rule with moderate strictness and in return we are satisfied with moderate obedience. As a result, our people are moderately honest, moderately chaste, and somewhat more than moderately happy.
There can be no crime where there is a sufficiency of everything.
It would not be considered good manners to take a woman that another man wanted.
A little courtesy all around helps to smooth out the most complicated problems.
We do not buy or sell or seek personal fortunes because, well, there is no uncertain future here for which to accumulate it.
In fact, Shangri-La is Father Perrault.
It is quite common here to live to a very ripe old age, climate, diet, and mountain water you might say, but we like to believe it is the absence of struggle in the way we live.
Age is a limit we impose upon ourselves.
[edit] Lord Gainesford
Last night, Conway recovered his memory. Kept talking about Shangri-La. Telling a fantastic story about a place in Tibet. Insisted upon returning there at once. Locked him in room, but he escaped us. Jumped ship during night at Singapore. Am leaving ship myself to overtake him, as fearful of his condition. Wrote down details of Conway's story about Shangri-La, which I am forwarding.
During those last ten months, that man has done the most astounding things. Well, he learned how to fly, stole an Army plane and got caught, put into jail and escaped, all in an amazingly short space of time, but this is only the beginning of his adventure. He begged, cajoled, fought, always pushing forward to the Tibetan frontier. Everywhere I went, I heard the most amazing stories of the man's adventures. Positively astounding, till eventually, I trailed him to the most extreme outposts in Tibet. Of course, he had already gone, but his memory, oh, oh... His memory will live with those natives for the rest of their lives. 'The man who was not human,' they called him. They'll never forget the devil-eyed stranger who six times tried to go over a mountain pass that no other human being dared to travel, and six times was forced back by the severest storms. They'll never forget the madman who stole their food and clothing, who they locked up in their barracks but who fought six of their guards to escape. Why, their soldiers are still talking about their pursuit to overtake him and shuddering at the memory. He led them the wildest chase through their own country. And finally, he disappeared over that very mountain pass that they themselves dared not travel. And that, gentlemen, was the last that any known human being saw of Robert Conway.
Yes. Yes, I believe it. I believe it because I want to believe it. Gentlemen, I give you a toast. Here's my hope that Robert Conway will find his Shangri-La. Here's my hope that we all find our Shangri-La.
From Wikiquote
Jump to: navigation, search
Lost Horizon is a 1937 film about a group of travelers who find a utopian society in the Himalaya mountains.
Directed by Frank Capra. Written by Robert Riskin, based on the novel by James Hilton.
Mightiest entertainment in all screen history! taglines
Contents[hide]
1 Robert Conway
2 Sondra Bizet
3 George Conway
4 Chang
5 Lord Gainesford
6 Others
7 Dialogue
8 Taglines
9 Cast
10 External links
//
[edit] Robert Conway
It's time we were told what it's all about. We want to know why we were kidnapped, why we're being kept here, but most important of all, do we get the porters and when? Until we get this information, my dear Mr. Chang, I am very much afraid we cannot permit you to leave this room....
[to the High Lama] It's astonishing and incredible, but...you're the man...You're still alive, Father Perrault!
When we were on that plane, I was fascinated by the way its shadow followed it. That silly shadow, racing along over mountains and valleys, covering ten times the distance of the plane, and yet always there to greet us with outstretched arms when we landed. And I've been thinking that somehow, you're that plane, and I'm that silly shadow. That all my life, I've been rushing up and down hills, leaping rivers, crashing over obstacles, never dreaming that one day that beautiful thing in flight would land on this earth and into my arms.
Something grand and beautiful, George. Something I've been searching for all my life. The answer to the confusion and bewilderment of a lifetime. I've found it, George, and I can't leave it. You mustn't either.
[to George, about Maria] She's a fragile thing that can only live where fragile things are loved. Take her out of this valley and she'll fade away like an echo.
[edit] Sondra Bizet
[to Robert] I saw a man whose life was empty...Oh I know, it was full of this and full of that. But you were accomplishing nothing. You were going nowhere, and you knew it. As a matter of fact, all I saw was a little boy whistling in the dark.
[to Robert] You're absolutely right. And I had to come all the way to a pigeon house in Shangri-La to find the only other person in the world who knew it. May I congratulate you?
[edit] George Conway
You may not know it, but you're all prisoners here who were literally kidnapped and brought here and nobody knows why. Well, I'm not content to be a prisoner. I'm going to find out when we're going to get out of this place. I'll make that Chinese talk if it's the last thing I do.
[to Robert] What else can I think after a tale like that?...I think you've been hypnotized by a lot of loose-brained fanatics.
[edit] Chang
To put it simply, I should say that our general belief was in moderation. We preach the virtue of avoiding excesses of every kind, even including excess of virtue itself...We find in the valley it makes for greater happiness among the natives. We rule with moderate strictness and in return we are satisfied with moderate obedience. As a result, our people are moderately honest, moderately chaste, and somewhat more than moderately happy.
There can be no crime where there is a sufficiency of everything.
It would not be considered good manners to take a woman that another man wanted.
A little courtesy all around helps to smooth out the most complicated problems.
We do not buy or sell or seek personal fortunes because, well, there is no uncertain future here for which to accumulate it.
In fact, Shangri-La is Father Perrault.
It is quite common here to live to a very ripe old age, climate, diet, and mountain water you might say, but we like to believe it is the absence of struggle in the way we live.
Age is a limit we impose upon ourselves.
[edit] Lord Gainesford
Last night, Conway recovered his memory. Kept talking about Shangri-La. Telling a fantastic story about a place in Tibet. Insisted upon returning there at once. Locked him in room, but he escaped us. Jumped ship during night at Singapore. Am leaving ship myself to overtake him, as fearful of his condition. Wrote down details of Conway's story about Shangri-La, which I am forwarding.
During those last ten months, that man has done the most astounding things. Well, he learned how to fly, stole an Army plane and got caught, put into jail and escaped, all in an amazingly short space of time, but this is only the beginning of his adventure. He begged, cajoled, fought, always pushing forward to the Tibetan frontier. Everywhere I went, I heard the most amazing stories of the man's adventures. Positively astounding, till eventually, I trailed him to the most extreme outposts in Tibet. Of course, he had already gone, but his memory, oh, oh... His memory will live with those natives for the rest of their lives. 'The man who was not human,' they called him. They'll never forget the devil-eyed stranger who six times tried to go over a mountain pass that no other human being dared to travel, and six times was forced back by the severest storms. They'll never forget the madman who stole their food and clothing, who they locked up in their barracks but who fought six of their guards to escape. Why, their soldiers are still talking about their pursuit to overtake him and shuddering at the memory. He led them the wildest chase through their own country. And finally, he disappeared over that very mountain pass that they themselves dared not travel. And that, gentlemen, was the last that any known human being saw of Robert Conway.
Yes. Yes, I believe it. I believe it because I want to believe it. Gentlemen, I give you a toast. Here's my hope that Robert Conway will find his Shangri-La. Here's my hope that we all find our Shangri-La.
(Ed. note: LET IT BE SO.)
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