I saw Gone With The Wind last night and I'm not sure I've quite recovered. To sum the film up, it is four hours of depression. I've always considered myself nostaligic to a fault... but I've got nothing on this movie.
Consider the scene. Beautiful girls and youthsome young men dance at decadent Southern Balls, eat barbeque and flirt with each other. They live by a unique code of honor, a Southern Chivalry, and are a proud people. Flash forward. The Civil War starts, the Yankee kills everyone, beautiful Tara gets burned, Sherman destroys everything, the carpetbaggers move in, slaves get freed, and chivalry dies.
The worst part is, throughout the movie, you can't help loving the beautfiul Katie Scarlett O'Hara, but she's such a priss that you also hate her. I think the lesson to take away from this movie is that happiness only exists in our memories of the past and Northerners destroyed the south.
I gave it a 5/5 on Netflix, because I'm going to be unhappy for months remembering it, but then after a while, I'll remember it fondly, not unlike the rest of my existence.
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