"The Fountainhead", (1949), King Vidor. Capsule review.

Insufferable yarn penned by one of the worst individuals of the 20th Century, solipsistic Ayn Rand. An architect goes against the current and wants to build horrible modernist concoctions that ruin city skylines. Don't forget, one of those styles is called "brutalist" for a reason. Dialogue is robotic and heavy-handed, with that particular elitist view about rapey and terrorist Ubermensch that made Rand such a dispecable character. Direction by King Vidor is excellent as usual, with Langian landscapes full of clear cut lines.

Le Corbusier was a genius, but I have been in one of his houses, and while special, I shudder to think of entire cities built under the retro-futuristic coldness. Think of modern shopping malls. Superficial no-places disconnected from the local culture surrendered to commercialism, its function.