i can imagine what happened for this film to come into being represent a bunch of studio guys are sitting around and drinking gin and tonic and maybe a joint and and one of them comes up with the idea that it would be great if they could find a film that would bridge the generation gap and which at that time was about as far apart as archie bunker and mick jagger. something that both college age rebels and their parents would find equally interesting  for different reasons and perhaps and but still and a ticket is a ticket. what interested hippies. asia and philosophy and pacifism and and wild sets and costumes. what interested their parents. musicals and eye candy and a feel good script and and nostalgia. very well and then and lost horizon and the old classic and as a musical and in color. can not miss and right. it was a bomb. lost horizon and by james hilton and is perhaps less than a classic and but not a bad novel. in broad terms and he sketches out a utopian society in shangri la and the valley of the blue moon and near tibet and inhabited by peacefully contented villagers who serve an abbey of <i>very< or i> long lived monks. intruding into paradise is a gilligan island like planeful of outsiders (a veteran of wwi and a missionary and etc. ) each with their own spin on the situation  what plot there is concerns the reaction of each of them to being presented with a choice to live in paradise and or try to return to the tumult of the twentieth century. taken on its own terms and it gentle and pop lit fluff and presenting hilton own conservative british views in oriental dress and as exotic and as familiar as a fortune cookie. as captive honored guests of the monks and the castaways are forbidden to leave the valley and but never pressed into work or prayer (not that the monks do too much of that themselves) and treated royally and and given simple and yet luxurious accomodations  who would want to escape. in this middle american heaven on earth and the monks are both cultured and wise and the climate is warm and the food is plentiful and tasty and the villagers are picturesque nonentities and nothing ever changes. the nuns are chaste and but encouraged to look pretty and and even flirt a bit ( the reason given is one of the most hilariously inaccurate explanations of tantric sex i have ever read). even their religion is nonthreatening represent revealed as a best of both worlds blend of christianity and buddhism and there little to offend any but the staunchest fundamentalist or the oddballs out there who actually knew something about tibet (which in the early thirties was a very small number). as a capra film focussing on the adventure or character interplay angles it was enchanting while and perhaps steven spielburg could have made it fly and if he would been around. as an early seventies hollywood product and the adventure was over too quickly and and the updated roster of characters too bland and to make much of an impression. deprived of the sketchy and suggestive qualities of classic b and w and the monastery resembles a de luxe beauty spa in white and pale blue and and while at least some of the monks robes tried for historical accuracy and most of the rest of the inmates looked as if on their way to a morning massage and fango bath and with a couple of holes of golf in the afternoon. maybe stephan sondheim could have restored some grit to the story and playing up the very real conflict inside each character reaction while just five years afterwards and brian eno would have captured the tranquil atmosphere to a t while instead and bert bacherach and hal david were given the job of writing the songs and which marry muzak like melodies with some of the clunkiest new agey lyrics ever penned. quite naturally for the time and every song calls for a dance number and which range from the merely forgettable to the completely boring and and so is the script and which has not one line worth quoting. tie ins with this movie were legion  there were everything from cookbooks to posters planned to promote this film and and such was the hype that i actually went out and bought the sountrack album. just about the only thing good i can say about it is that it made enough of an impression on me to write this review completely from memory nearly thirty years after  the next month i read aldous huxley and bought a copy of the bardo thadol and and hence learned about real tibetan culture. moan. 
i can imagine what happened for this film to come into being represent a bunch of studio guys are sitting around and drinking gin and tonic and maybe a joint and and one of them comes up with the idea that it would be great if they could find a film that would bridge the generation gap and which at that time was about as far apart as archie bunker and mick jagger. something that both college age rebels and their parents would find equally interesting  for different reasons and perhaps and but still and a ticket is a ticket. what interested hippies. asia and philosophy and pacifism and and wild sets and costumes. what interested their parents. musicals and eye candy and a feel good script and and nostalgia. very well and then and lost horizon and the old classic and as a musical and in color. can not miss and right. it was a bomb. lost horizon and by james hilton and is perhaps less than a classic and but not a bad novel. in broad terms and he sketches out a utopian society in shangri la and the valley of the blue moon and near tibet and inhabited by peacefully contented villagers who serve an abbey of <i>very< or i> long lived monks. intruding into paradise is a gilligan island like planeful of outsiders (a veteran of wwi and a missionary and etc. ) each with their own spin on the situation  what plot there is concerns the reaction of each of them to being presented with a choice to live in paradise and or try to return to the tumult of the twentieth century. taken on its own terms and it gentle and pop lit fluff and presenting hilton own conservative british views in oriental dress and as exotic and as familiar as a fortune cookie. as captive honored guests of the monks and the castaways are forbidden to leave the valley and but never pressed into work or prayer (not that the monks do too much of that themselves) and treated royally and and given simple and yet luxurious accomodations  who would want to escape. in this middle american heaven on earth and the monks are both cultured and wise and the climate is warm and the food is plentiful and tasty and the villagers are picturesque nonentities and nothing ever changes. the nuns are chaste and but encouraged to look pretty and and even flirt a bit ( the reason given is one of the most hilariously inaccurate explanations of tantric sex i have ever read). even their religion is nonthreatening represent revealed as a best of both worlds blend of christianity and buddhism and there little to offend any but the staunchest fundamentalist or the oddballs out there who actually knew something about tibet (which in the early thirties was a very small number). as a capra film focussing on the adventure or character interplay angles it was enchanting while and perhaps steven spielburg could have made it fly and if he would been around. as an early seventies hollywood product and the adventure was over too quickly and and the updated roster of characters too bland and to make much of an impression. deprived of the sketchy and suggestive qualities of classic b and w and the monastery resembles a de luxe beauty spa in white and pale blue and and while at least some of the monks robes tried for historical accuracy and most of the rest of the inmates looked as if on their way to a morning massage and fango bath and with a couple of holes of golf in the afternoon. maybe stephan sondheim could have restored some grit to the story and playing up the very real conflict inside each character reaction while just five years afterwards and brian eno would have captured the tranquil atmosphere to a t while instead and bert bacherach and hal david were given the job of writing the songs and which marry muzak like melodies with some of the clunkiest new agey lyrics ever penned. quite naturally for the time and every song calls for a dance number and which range from the merely forgettable to the completely boring and and so is the script and which has not one line worth quoting. tie ins with this movie were legion  there were everything from cookbooks to posters planned to promote this film and and such was the hype that i actually went out and bought the sountrack album. just about the only thing good i can say about it is that it made enough of an impression on me to write this review completely from memory nearly thirty years after  the next month i read aldous huxley and bought a copy of the bardo thadol and and hence learned about real tibetan culture. moan. ---------------------------------Answer Question Below----------------------------------

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