This movie starts with an example of persecution framiliar to Christians: an archetect designs good libertarian buildings: random shapes of concrete with no windows. He faces persecution from university deans and employers, who I assume all work for the government or something. (Ayn Rand's a libertarian, so her bad guys work for the government.)
Then we see an example of the free market in action. An individual buys all the newspapers a newspaperboy has for sale, (he buys them the individualist way, by throwing coins all over a busy sidewalk) and then rips up the newspapers, throwing the pages all over the busy sidewalk. Hey, freedom means the freedom to spend your money however you want. Even to litter all over the middle of a crowded sidewalk next to a busy street.
Then the individual goes to an office, and smashes himself over the head or something, I missed this bit. Then somebody calls an Ambulance. Obviously a free-market ambulance, and not a government one.
Then our archetect gets a job, but his jewish banker employers want him to "compromise" on this whole individuality of style thing. So he argues with his employers. Then he turns down the agreement, saying he would rather work as a working class laborer than get rich for a building that's in a popular style he doesn't like.
See, poor people choose to be poor and are happy because they chose to be poor. Or they're poor because they argued with their employers.
Then the jewish bankers turn out to be all about giving the public the style of building they want. They have a phylisophical talk which leads me to conclude that giving customers what they want is like democracy and democracy is like communism, so giving the customer what they want is communism.
No wonder anti-trust regulations are examples of communism. They break up corporations to create competition, which results in the customers getting what they want, which is a crime against the indivuality of the corporate CEOs who only want the freedom to make the products they want, not what the customers want.
So far the philosophy is that business should be able to make the products they want and if customers (the "mob") disagree and try to buy something else, that's communist tyranny. In a libertarian free-market, people would buy only whatever the corporation wants them to buy, in the name of individuality and freedom.
This is boring so far, when do we get to the rape scene?
Oh, now we meet a woman who smashed a priceless ancient statue because the world isn't good enough for it.
"To want nothing, to expect nothing, to depend on nothing" is the definition of freedom given by the woman. What if you want freedom, expect freedom, Oh! Something just blew up!
Oh, they're starting construction now. Oh, the archetect is now a construction worker, building the conformist building that the jewish banker/mob customers chose instead of his. Oh wait, it's a granite quarry or something. Damn this is dull, there's going to be a car chase or something, right?
Now things are getting sexy, the woman walks around the quarry, with a whip. Then she complains that a guy is looking at her while she wanders around his dangerous worksite.
Now she's at home and smashing up her floor. This bit seems too deep and philisophical for me to figure out. Then she gets a worker to replace the smashed floor, and she stands over him and distracts him from his work just like she did with the guys at the quarry. The worker talks about how "the infiltration of foreign elements results in coloured streaks" in marble.
Then a worker from the quarry arrives, but it's some short, ugly immigrant, not the white ubermench. She is not happy with this! So she goes riding down the road and finds the worker and whips him in the face! Now that's individual freedom if you ask me! Rich whipping the working class, baby!
Now she's beating some guy, oh goody, the rape scene (I think. It's from 1949 and movies weren't very explicit back then).
Hey, it looks like our archetect just got a job. So he leaves the job at the quarry.
Now a liberal newspaper publisher wants to start a crusade against something. "Denounce the rich. Everyone will help you. The rich first" says an advisor. So the evil newspaper publisher plots a campaign against the building. Wow, he's evil. I guess he works for the government.
Now the building has been built.
Oh, here's a bodice ripper bit. She's willing to marry him as long as he gives up designing unpopular buildings that nobody wants to buy. he refuses. She marries someone else.
I just love this woman with her permanently upturned nose, and her stiff way of speaking. Reminds me of those old Japanese movies where the actors shout and shriek their lines. Such a pity moviemaking has gone downhill since the 40's and 50's. Man, I didn't know people used the word "shall" in everyday conversation back in the 50's.
The archetect ends up becoming a sucess, building lots of windowless concrete buildings all over the place.
Okay, another boring bit, let's recap the philosophy: capitalism is all about business making the products they like (ie, buildings with no windows), regardless of what the "mob" of customrs want (ie, windows). Businesses should not "subdue their genius for the tastes of the masses" or whatever. So if Ayn Rand had Henry Ford's job, she would have designed a concrete model T without windows, and screw the collectivist consumers and their opinion on what makes a good car. Cool.
Oh yeah, capitalism is also about littering and whipping working class chumps in the face.
Hey, the woman's name is "dominique". Like dominitrix. Hence all the face-whipping. As the only woman in the screenplay, I assume she's the mouthpiece of Ayn herself. Man, I would have loved to meet Ayn Rand in person.
He's offered a job to design a public housing project. He gets furious! Giving poor people something for nothing makes me a slave! Charity is slavery.
A proud homeowner says that before he owned a house, even though being a millionaire he was "public property, like a city billboard". Man, having lost kitten signs pinned into you all day sounds like a fate worse than death.
Now our beloved archetect is having his designed changed! Now the evil customers want balconies! BALCONIES!
And for some reason, despite the clear breach of contract, he can't sue. Must be the government's fault.
So now he plans the blow up the buildings. Hey, it's not like he's blowing up the pentagon, he's blowing up a housing project for the poor.
So Dominique sneaks into the project by convincing the guard to do her a favor. The stupid charitable slave ends up deserting his post.
Then we blow up the building.
So the public decides that the archetect is a criminal: not for blowing up buildings, but for being an individual.
Now Judas has betrayed our hero and looks like a crucifiction.
The publisher comes to our heros defence, so all his employees quit and people stop reading his paper. Wow. Who would have thought people get so angry about a few buildings being blown up?
Mobs are trashing kiosks that sell his paper. Pretty irrational since the papers are blank anyway since all the newspaper workers quit.
The publisher is devestated. "I didn't run the paper, they did, the men in the street" (his customers) he says, bitterly.
Finally, the publisher gives in, and publishes a retraction of his opinion. At least he's hard working, publishing a newspaper without any workers to do it. Well, Ayn Rand's point is that executives do all the work and that the working class just sit there and cost too much money, so this makes perfect sense.
Makes me wonder why CEOs and owners bother employing anyone a all.
Now there's another editorial. "His work, his creation, is the only goal of the inventor." (Our hero didn't get paid a penny for his work.) Seems this whole "profit motive" is also marxist lies.
"The creator stands on his own judgement." Worrying about anything else is "selfess joyless servitude" to customers and the profit motive.
So a true free-market doesn't need a profit motive...Okay, the verdict is in, it turns out it's legal to blow up buildings. However, he might get still get sued.
He doesn't.
Then there's a noble suicide. Wow, pro-capitalist Bushido, I love it!
The End.
Overview: Uncompromising opinionating, suicide, blowing up buidlings, and stone-faced chicks with whips. No wonder Ayn Rand's so popular with teenagers.
Two thumbs up!