It was strange to look back to a world where part-time university-level distance learning for adults was a revolutionary concept; the OU by success paving the way for every other university to take up that role. The tape, retrieved from an ancient VHS collection, is almost clapped out, and its wavery sound and errant image proved on my senses how long ago, indeed, it all was.
The story of Pygmalion is always worth revisiting in its many retellings. Frank thinks for a while that he is Mary Shelley, but, even without that darker shadow, Pygmalion is a questionable role, the powers of creation and ownership being so closely allied. Endorsing this connection poisons the ending of My Fair Lady. Russell, following Shaw, had more sense than to ladle syrup into the closing scenes of Educating Rita, for which thanks.
So yes; Rita loves Frank. And maybe Eliza loves Higgins. Maybe, even, the statue loves Pygmalion. But not without qualification. And they all deserve to have slippers thrown at them.