I went to this movie as a little kid with my grandfather. It was my grandfather's attempt at providing me with some culture. I don't really have any memories beyond going to the movie with my grandfather, but I decided to re-watch the 1956 movie to see what I thought of it now. First off, I'm fascinated by Buddhism, and how it's represented in the media. This movie seems like a self congratulatory bit of colonialist propaganda. I might have to read the novel or Anna Leonowens' memoirs, and see the updated versions. Of course the 1956 movie won 9 Oscars and was banned in Thailand. I could see how the people from there might not have appreciated the self congratulatory attitude of the movie. It can be quite a shock when you realize people don't see you the way you see yourself. I would suggest that harmonizing these two things is one of the goals of psychotherapy. Realizing the impact you have on others. Not being beyond this feedback is a crucial skill in life...