...and Rhett Butler's a P.I.M.P! It's a rainy, messy day in C-Bus so I figured that I'd pull out the four disc collector's edition DVD set of Gone With the Wind. The restoration is absolutely gorgeous. You'd never be able to tell that the movie was made in 1939. The lush score and theme is, as John Kerry would say, seared - SEARED - into my brain. What else can I say about the film that hasn't already been said a million times? It's a classic - and it appeals to my Southern born, bred, and educated manner.
No, I don't think I will kiss you, although you need kissing, badly. That's what's wrong with you. You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how.
Anyway, I'm at the intermission point right now. Watching a masterpiece like this kind of makes me feel ghetto for watching (and enjoying) Pootie Tang yesterday ("sine your pitty on the runny kine").
EDIT: A friend of mine just left a comment, which brings up an issue concerning GWTW. Last year I stated that I was excited to get this DVD set to two of my friends who will go nameless (Mindy and Memmer!) on two separate occasions. Both of them had the exact same response: "you might not want to tell people that."
I thought that was a weird reaction. I chalked it up to both of them being born, raised, educated, and currently residing in Ohio. They don't have the same romantic notions of the South that I have. GWTW is a classic with many different elements. The last thing that I'd consider it to be is a "chick flick."
So, I leave it up to you folks. Is GWTW a girly movie?