My Fair Lady
1964 Best Picture

100 Words
This is the musical version of the story where the man crafts the perfect woman and that is definitely not problematic. Who doesn’t love a squinty British bookwork wondering aloud why women can’t be more like men? He even has the sense to mansplain about the rain in Spain’s presence (mainly) on the plain. Has he lost his marbles? Just the ones she swallows, I suppose.

I don’t really understand why Eliza is won over by such a fellow when the other guy waits outside for at least three different musical numbers and loves her for her regular, uncultured self.