There was a land of Cavaliers and Cotton Fields called the Old South.
Here in this pretty world, Gallantry took its last bow. Here was the last ever to be seen of Knights and their Ladies Fair, of Master and of Slave.
Look for it only in books, for it is no more than a dream remembered, a Civilization gone with the wind…
I sat and watched Gone With The Wind tonight with my great-aunt. I’ve seen GWTW several times before and it never gets old.
Perhaps it is because I’m 100% Southern and fancy myself a Southern Belle. Perhaps it is because it is such a part of Southern culture, or at least, the Southern culture that Hollywood has created. Perhaps it is because the love story between Rhett and Scarlett is so powerful, so wonderful, so passionate and, yet, so unrequited. (Don’t you always wonder how it works out after he leaves her at the last?) Perhaps I just love it because it is a wonderful, beautiful film.
Perhaps it is because they just don’t make movies like this anymore.
Great classic actors and actresses like Clark Gable and Vivien Leigh… is anyone really that beautiful anymore?
The beautiful simplicity of the movie – between the war and the struggles – is contradicted by the depth of the same film, the many layers of it to peel off, the nuances to decipher.
I guess the main reason that I love it is because part of me wants to be Katie Scarlett O’Hara, with her fiery, unquenchable spirit and her strength, her ability to pull through and take hold of life when she needed to, when no one else would. And, I love it because of the love story, the fierce love that Rhett has for Scarlett and, even though I’d like to have a bit of her in me, I hate her for treating him as she did.
Do love stories like this really happen in real life? I sure like to think so. Hopefully, however, the cards for them fall better than they did for Rhett and Scarlett.
But… I’d rather think about it tomorrow.