I suspect that it is. I have the movie on now and there's not a word of dialog that isn't stilted. It's quite amusing, really. And the stone-faced Gary Cooper, whom I truly love, reminds me, so far, of a cigar store Indian come to life.
The fact that modernism has become the reigning architectural ism adds to the effect. Show me the modern-day architect whose life and career would be ruined if he stood up to the establishment.
Also, whenever I think about Ayn Rand--which isn't very often, I admit--I picture a young Alan Greenspan mooning around her inner circle, worshipping the hero worshipper. How did he end up with the super-JAPpy Andrea Mitchell?
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