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Sunday, February 22, 2009

Sunday Drive: Lost Horizon


Last night, the roommate and I watched Lost Horizon, the 1937 classic starring Ronald Coleman and Jane Wyatt. If you've not ever seen it, you should; the James Hilton novel it was based on is the source of "Shangri-La," a name for an idyllic utopia.

It's a poignant, thought-provoking story, and a lot of points still very much apply to the world we live in now. Without giving away the plot of the story, suffice it to say that some travellers find themselves in this unheard-of place hidden far away in the Himalayas, presided over by a mysterious High Lama, who chooses a man named Conway to be his successor. Here are some of the things the High Lama says to his wondering guest:

High Lama: We need men like you here, to be sure that our community will continue to thrive, in return for which Shangri-La has much to give you. You are still, by the world's standards, a youngish man. Yet, in the normal course of existence, you can expect twenty or thirty years of gradually diminishing activity. Here, however, in Shangri-La, by our standards, your life has just begun - and may go on and on.

Conway: Hmm. Of course, to be candid, Father, a prolonged future doesn't excite me. It would have to have a point. I've sometimes doubted whether life itself has any. If that is so, then long life must be even more pointless. No, I'd need a much more definite reason for going on and on.

High Lama: We have reason. It is the entire meaning and purpose of Shangri-La. It came to me in a vision long, long ago. I saw all the nations strengthening, not in wisdom, but in the vulgar passions and the will to destroy. I saw their machine power multiplying until a single weaponed man might match a whole army. I foresaw a time when man exalting in the technique of murder, would rage so hotly over the world, that every book, every treasure would be doomed to destruction. This vision was so vivid and so moving that I determined to gather together all things of beauty and culture that I could and preserve them here against the doom toward which the world is rushing. Look at the world today. Is there anything more pitiful? What madness there is! What blindness! What unintelligent leadership! A scurrying mass of bewildered humanity crashing headlong against each other, compelled by an orgy of greed and brutality.

The time must come, my friend, when this orgy will spend itself, when brutality and the lust for power must perish by its own sword. Against that time is why I avoided death and am here and why you were brought here. For when that day comes, the world must begin to look for a new life. And it is our hope that they may find it here. For here, we shall be with their books and their music and a way of life based on one simple rule: Be kind. When that day comes, it is our hope that the brotherly love of Shangri-La will spread throughout the world. Yes, my son, when the strong have devoured each other, the Christian ethic may at last be fulfilled, and the meek shall inherit the Earth. . . .

I am placing in your hands the future and destiny of Shangri-La, for I am going to die. I knew my work was done when I first set eyes upon you. I've waited for you, my son, for a long time. I've sat in this room and seen the faces of newcomers. I've looked into their eyes and heard their voices, always in hope that I might find you. My friend, it is not an arduous task that I bequeath, for our order knows only silken bonds. To be gentle and patient, to care for the riches of the mind, to preside in wisdom while the storm rages without. . . .

You, my son, will live through the storm. You will preserve the fragrance of our history and add to it a touch of your own mind. Beyond that, my vision weakens but I see at a great distance a new world stirring in the ruins, stirring clumsily but in hopefulness, seeking its lost and legendary treasures, and they will all be here, my son, hidden behind the mountains in the Valley of the Blue Moon, preserved as by a miracle.

(Dialogue excerpted from Tim Dirks' Filmsite)

3 comments:

Ultra Dave said...

It sounds as thought it could have been written about toaday's problems. I'll have to look it up! Thanks for the tip.

Anonymous said...

I saw that film on the TV many years ago when I was about 10 or 11 years old and I felt so fascinated at that time that I had many dreams of Shangri-La. Thank you for bring it back to my memory. Beto

Russ Manley said...

You're welcome guys.

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